**“The Enemy Called Hunger”**
“You can defeat a thousand enemies,
you can even destroy them,
but the enemy called hunger—
you can neither defeat it nor kill it,
as long as life exists.”
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In a small village called **Ponni**, every morning an old man would sit in front of his old house.
His name was **Krishnasamy**, seventy-five years old.
He had worked hard all his life and was now retired.
He wasn’t extremely poor—but loneliness weighed heavily on him.
Opposite his house stood a **government school**.
Every day at 10 a.m., during recess, a young man named **Ravi** would arrive with a plastic food box.
His job?
Selling food cooked by his mother.
Low price… but rich in taste.
One day, Krishnasamy noticed something.
A small boy was standing near the classroom door, staring at Ravi.
No money.
No food brought from home.
Only a stomach growling so loudly it felt like his breath itself echoed hunger.
Ravi looked at the boy and smiled.
“Do you want to eat?” he asked.
The boy hesitated, then slowly nodded.
“No money needed… first, you must eat.”
The boy stretched out his hand and took the food.
On his face bloomed a smile—
a smile of relief, like a flower opening.
Krishnasamy, who had been watching all this, felt his eyes fill with tears.
A thought arose in his mind:
“Hunger…
this is the only enemy that cannot be defeated.
It cannot be killed.
But it *can* be controlled—
with just a hand extended.”
From that day on,
Krishnasamy began preparing **one extra portion of rice** with his lunch
and gave it to Ravi—
“I don’t know who will receive it…
but let it reach someone who is hungry.”
Slowly, a change spread through the village.
Whenever someone was seen with a hungry face,
someone else would share food.
Even without weapons in their hands,
the people of that village grew into **warriors who fought hunger**.
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