In the scorching heat of summer, I was walking through a park.

I saw a meme on Instagram:

"Hanuman ji, please suraj ko kha jao.”

How hilarious yet wise kid he was.

The park is opposite a temple.

Usually, it’s filled with kids only in the evening.

But that day, in the morning — I saw a little girl.

She was building a sandcastle, Alone.

First round of the park — I noticed her, Second round — still alone.

Third round — I stepped in.

I sat down. And made a castle with her.

In that moment, I felt more alive than I had in ten years.

Childhood came rushing back.

Chubby. Loud. Wielding a toy 'gada'.

I’d run around shouting: “Jai Shree Ram!”

Even now, my uncle still calls me Hanuman.

And I wondered —

Can I become chiranjeevi too?

Not immortal by body. But immortal by spirit.

So beyond the stories — what qualities made them eternal?