Love for Children

In rooms where futures are decided, old men argued about small voices, children who had been silenced for a thousand years. "Should we teach them in English, the language of their masters? Or let them speak in their grandmother's tongue?" One truth burned bright: every word they chose would echo in ten million hearts. They decided: Let the Kannada child dream in Kannada first, let the Tamil child sing Tamil songs, but teach them all that two plus two equals hope in any language. This was revolution disguised as policy, understanding that a flower blooms best in home soil but must grow tall enough to touch the sun. So they built bridges: from village to nation, from mother's lullaby to the world's stage, from one small voice to the chorus of tomorrow. Education became love, the bridge between who you are and who you could become.