krrishblog

 There’s a small plant in my courtyard. I water it every day. I don’t say much to it, but it listens. It grows, slowly. One day, I forgot to water it. Just one day. By the next evening, its leaves were wilting, its stem drooping. That moment reminded me — Anything that is alive, needs care. Even your language. Marathi , for me, is just like that plant. It has deep roots. It carries the scent of soil, the warmth of tradition, the voice of my grandmother. If we don’t nurture it, speak it, cherish it — it will wither. And one day, we’ll lose more than just a language. We’ll lose a part of who we are. These days, people are asking more and more: “Why is Marathi so important?” Some say it’s a regional language, only useful at home, not in the global world. But those who say that have probably forgotten what it feels like to fall asleep in their grandmother’s lap, listening to her stories in Marathi. Remember that moment? When she began: “Ek hota raja…” When she taught you mora...