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Further up, he saw a young girl crying because she had lost her way. He called out, “Don’t worry, apne behen. I know this path.” The girl wiped her tears and followed him to the fork where her house lay. She smiled and said, “Thank you, apne bhaiya.” Raghav felt a bond he had never noticed before.

Finally, near the temple, he met an old man who had slipped on the wet stones. Raghav helped him up and said, “Hold my shoulder, apne pitaji (father).” The old man’s eyes glistened. “I lost my son last year,” he whispered. “No one has called me ‘pitaji’ since.”

Once upon a time in a small village nestled in the hills of Uttarakhand, there lived a young boy named Raghav. He was known for his kindness, but also for a habit that worried his grandmother—he rarely used the word “apne” (meaning “one’s own” or “of us”). Further up, he saw a young girl crying

The next morning, Raghav set off. The pot was heavy, and the path was steep. Soon, he met an old woman struggling with a bundle of firewood. Remembering Amma’s words, he said, “Come, apne mata ji. Rest and drink some water.” The old woman’s eyes softened. She sat down, drank, and said, “Bless you, apne beta.” For the first time, Raghav felt a strange warmth in his chest.

One evening, as the monsoon clouds gathered, Raghav’s grandmother, Amma, sat him down. “Raghav,” she said, “you help everyone—the old postman, the lost goats, even the stray dog. But you call them ‘that man,’ ‘that animal,’ ‘that family.’ Never ‘apne.’ Why?” She smiled and said, “Thank you, apne bhaiya

Amma smiled and pointed to the mountain path. “Tomorrow, carry this pot of water to the temple on the hill. Along the way, you’ll meet three people. Offer them water. But use the word ‘apne’ when you speak to them. Then come back and tell me if the word made a difference.”

Raghav shrugged. “What difference does a word make, Amma?” “I lost my son last year,” he whispered

From that day on, Raghav never forgot to say “apne.” And the village noticed—because when he spoke, everyone felt a little more like they belonged.