The Dance of Ego and Humility

 The Dance of Ego and Humility

Success had just swept through the hall like a triumphant wind, and Ego was already twirling in the spotlight, drunk on applause. Pride clung to his shoulder, feeding his every move with smug satisfaction.

But from the shadows, a soft voice interrupted the revelry.
"Don't let your master lose himself in you," Humility whispered. "Success is a guest, not a crown."

Ego stopped mid-spin, a mocking grin curling across his face. "Mind your own business," he sneered, and waved Humility away like a nuisance.

Bowing her head, Humility retreated to a quiet corner. She watched from a distance as Ego and Pride swelled larger, their laughter growing louder—until, in a sudden, clumsy twist, they tripped over their own arrogance and crashed to the floor in a heap.

Humility rushed forward to help, but a firm hand stopped her.
"Not yet," said Failure, stepping calmly into the light. "Let them fade. They were never real."

Within moments, Ego and Pride dissolved like morning mist. The master of the hall entered then, searching anxiously—until his eyes found Humility.

"I made a mistake," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "I let Ego and Pride take root inside me."

Humility smiled gently. "The moment you realise your misstep, you're already walking the path back to success."

Just then, a warm presence slipped its hand into hers. She turned to see Success standing beside her, calm and sincere.

"I will stay by your side," Success said softly, "as long as you never carry me in your head—only in your heart."

M.L. Narendra Kumar