নামঃ Aaryan

গল্পঃ I was ten when my mother handed me a crisp hundred-rupee note. “It’s yours to spend,” she said. I rushed to the stationery shop, buying glitter pens and stickers, spending almost all of it at once. When I got home, proudly showing my haul, my mother just smiled and asked, “Did you get everything you wanted?” I paused. I hadn’t thought of the comic I’d been saving for or the little donation box I passed every day. The next weekend, she took me to the market with another hundred. This time, she showed me how to compare prices, look for quality, and even save a little. I came back with what I wanted—and change left over. She didn’t lecture me; she didn’t need to. I understood that money wasn’t just for spending—it was for thinking, planning, and choosing what mattered. That hundred-rupee lesson stayed with me, long after the glitter pens faded.