In a quiet village nestled between ancient hills and whispering woods, lived a woman named Meera. Life had not been kind to her. Widowed young, she raised her son alone, with trembling hands that never stopped working and a heart that silently bled, yet never broke.People in the village spoke of her strength, though none truly knew the battles she fought in silence. Every morning, she lit a lamp in the tiny temple of her home, whispering, “Let me not bend. Let me not break.”Years passed. Her son grew, the village changed, and the world moved faster. But Meera’s soul