Edcom_naarm

Step into Janavi’s world for a moment. Imagine standing in her apartment - an ordinary city home - but look closer and you’ll notice something different. She wants you to see how small actions can spark big change. Start at the sink. Instead of regular taps, you find water-efficient spray ones from Greenly Waters and Seva Sustainable Solutions that save liters each day without you even realizing it. That tiny adjustment nudges you to wonder: what if all homes in this block did the same? In the corner, you notice two bins placed neatly - wet and dry. Janavi explains how she began segregation in her flat, and soon the idea caught on in the building. She shows you jars of citrus peel cleaners she makes herself. The scent is fresh, the surface clean, and you find yourself asking, “Could I do this at home too?” Now walk with her to the grocery store. She hands you a cloth bag, as if it’s second nature. Together, you choose local produce over shrink-wrapped imports. At a zero-waste counter, ...

  A sudden loud sound broke Brinda’s sleep. The window beside her bed banged against the pane due to a gust of wind. She sat up to close the window, but the sky wouldn’t let her. It was a typical August morning, cloudy and relentlessly raining. For a moment, she felt how lucky the clouds were; they show their sorrow whenever they feel heavy. We humans are deprived of this liberty, as we need a ‘suitable’ time for everything, to cry, to live a little, even to say, “I can’t take it anymore.” The chilling wind made Brinda shiver, and she rubbed her palms to warm up a little. As her thumb brushed over her wrists, a thought crossed her mind, “What if I slit it? What if I put a stop to everything? What if life lies in death itself? Then there will be no tomorrow, there will be no deadlines!” She didn’t realise that tears had carved a path down her cheeks in the meantime. Her alarm, for the first time, gave a wake-up call to an awakened Brinda, maybe to a Brinda too tired to live anymor...

  In a quiet corner of her botanical research lab, Savitha carefully adjusted the sensors attached to the leaves of a small Mimosa pudica plant. She had always been fascinated by the silent world of plants, a realm so often dismissed as passive and lifeless. But as she delved deeper into her research, she discovered something extraordinary - plants were not as silent as they seemed. They had their own secret language, a complex system of communication that operated beneath human perception, shaping the world in ways few had imagined. Her fascination with plant communication had begun during childhood when she first encountered the ‘touch-me-not’ plant, which folded its leaves at the slightest touch. It seemed almost alive, as if reacting to her presence. Years later, as a botanist, she found that plants indeed had ways to sense, respond, and even "talk" to one another. Not through spoken words, but through biochemical signals, electrical impulses and even sound vibratio...