The mayor rushed to Rana. “You saved the city millions! What’s your secret? A new system? A hidden power source?”
Rana Naidu wiped his hands on his rag and smiled gently. “No secret, sir. I just listened to the smallest part. Big problems are often just tiny troubles that got ignored.” Rana Naidu
While others argued over blueprints, Rana Naidu quietly walked the length of the track in the pouring rain. He didn’t carry a laptop or a megaphone. He carried a worn leather satchel and a small, hand-polished brass lamp his father had given him. The mayor rushed to Rana