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Sonu

A dear friend’s mother left this earth in September 2025, just as the autumn leaves began to turn and the chill of winter whispered its arrival. Across all my visits to their home, one word always echoed in my ears: "Sonu." It means "Gold"—and that is how she always addressed him.



Her passing, and his unwavering commitment to be by her side, touched me deeply. He cared for her during her final years with the dedication of a saint—taking no vacations, never leaving her side.


To the world, a man is just a man—sometimes wanted, sometimes unwanted; to some a nobody, to others a somebody. But to her, he is always just "Sonu."


My friend remains single. His mother always hoped he would marry, simply because she wanted him to be cared for. But I have no doubt that the strength of a mother's will is enough to bend the universe. I know he will always be cared for when he is needed, whether he marries or not.


I wrote "Sonu" in Tamil and English, and collaborated with Google to translate it into Hindi, Telugu, Kannada and Malayalam. Please pardon any errors in the languages I know little —I would love to know the correct phrasing if you spot a mistake!


Here it is for you.

Best,

Citizen KK


Best Husband Ever! : The Gift of Time


The Eternal Gift of Time

Amid the noise of a crowded metro, one truth stilled me: whenever someone does something for you—cooking a meal, washing your clothes, folding the laundry and packing your food—it is never just a simple, mundane act. It is the literal saving of your time, and therefore, a gift of your life back to you. Every such act creates space for you to live differently, to do something else, to breathe. When that gift is given not out of obligation but out of love, it ceases to be ordinary. It becomes the most profound offering one human can make to another. My wife, in her quiet, steadfast way, gives me this gift every single day. And I, inspired by her, do my best to give her time back.


A Heart of Logic and Tenderness

She is a paradox—a mind grounded in logic, yet wrapped in a tenderness so deep she doesn’t even see it herself. I’ll never forget a simple walk with our golden retriever puppy. He tugged at the leash, chasing something risky, and her worry made her pull too tight. When he later vomited, she blamed herself and wept—not in the moment of panic, but only after ensuring he was safe. That’s her essence: duty first, emotions second.

She teases me for being the “sensitive” one, and maybe I wear my heart on my sleeve. But beneath her calm exterior flows a river of care and depth I can only aspire to match.


The Silent Strength That Inspires

Her strength is a quiet force, unyielding even in the face of her own struggles—illness, fatigue, or the weight of life’s demands. She never pauses her care for me or our daughter.

When I battled a month-long fever after a grueling dental procedure, I still walked our pup, vacuumed, cleaned the house, ran errands, and drove our daughter to her classes. Why? Because my wife had already shown me what it means to keep going.

She is the standard I strive for—the caregiver who never falters, the worker who gives her all in every moment. And that strength became the spark that changed my life forever.


The First Spark of Forever

I often say, half-joking but wholly sincere, that I stopped searching for the woman of my life the moment I met her. That was her first gift of time to me—freeing me from the endless quest for love.

What began as attraction deepened into something sacred when I saw her attention to life’s smallest details. We finish each other’s sentences, hum the same tunes, and often, before I can ask her to do something, she’s already done it. She leads me in this dance of love, often without realizing it.

She sees the ordinary in me as extraordinary. When her uncle passed away, I sensed her need to be with her family in India and offered to book her tickets without hesitation. Later, I overheard her sharing that gesture with her mother, sister, and cousin, her voice filled with gratitude. It humbled me.

Over time, she has become my mirror—reflecting the best in me, revealing what I must cherish, and gently showing me where I can grow.


The Value of Time and Love

She works tirelessly at her job, yet still finds ways to remind me of the value of my own time. I once lived with a “Coolie” mindset—freely giving my hours without thought of their worth. There’s beauty in that generosity, but also a risk in undervaluing life’s most precious currency.

My wife taught me that time is sacred, and through her, I’ve learned to cherish it.

Money, too, is just stored time—a way to exchange our efforts, our lives. Its misuse by some doesn’t diminish its power to connect us. My wife’s care reminds me to use both time and resources with intention, to honor the life they represent.



The Mug That Sparked Reflection

In the midst of these thoughts, I stumbled across a simple mug online: “Best Husband Ever.” It was unused, a steal at $10. But to me, it wasn’t just a mug—it was a mirror, daring me to live up to its promise.

It reminded me of the men in my family, each generation striving to be better partners, better humans. And it challenged me to ask: How can I refine my conduct? How can I live up to the title of “best husband” for this incredible woman who walks beside me?


Love isn’t just in grand gestures; it’s in the quiet labors, the unseen sacrifices, the tender moments that go unnoticed.


More than a Super Star


✨ Morality and spirituality go hand in hand. But morality — living in a way that honors all life, all people, and all things — is even greater than spirituality. ✨



When a man who once thought he could live as he pleased, yet carried boundless enthusiasm, garners the love of millions… and then chooses to reform, to stand for truth, and to lead simply by being authentic — that man deserves our support.


Today, a large section of atheistic Tamil media inspired hatred towards God-believers & Spirituality is at its peak, evident from the 'so called' reviewers spewing hate on Rajinikanth's movie - Coolie. But let’s be clear:

👉 Wanting another to fall is the greatest sin.

👉 Hate always loses to love.

👉 The more hate grows, the stronger love becomes.


I don’t enjoy excessive violence in films, and honestly, I was indifferent about whether I would watch Coolie for this reason.


But when I hear the naysayers, I feel compelled to support — not for the violence, but for what Rajinikanth stands for in life:


🔸 Authenticity

🔸 Understanding his purpose

🔸 His dharma to producers, fans, and the people who love him


That spirit is bigger than cinema.

That spirit is leadership.

And that spirit is why he is More Than a Superstar.


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