A woman bows to the monsoon-soaked earth in surrender, forehead touching the ground as if whispering prayers into the veins of the city. Her son, unaware of ritual, tugs at her with innocent urgency. That moment—of her devotion and his distraction—is the story of rebirth. In a life weighed down by burdens, her bowed spine still carries faith.
Hope is not always loud—it kneels, it prays, and it holds on. Renewal is in the child who pulls her back to the world, reminding her she still matters.
