correct guy

Ravi knelt beside the ancient pottery shards in Keeladi, his weathered hands trembling with discovery. Years ago, his Srivilliputhur childhood friends laughed at his dreams. Now, excavating Tamil heritage, he'd found something priceless. A colleague appeared, offering water and genuine praise. Not the friends who'd vanished, but someone who believed in his vision. That evening, standing among two-thousand-year-old artifacts, Ravi understood. True friendship isn't measured by numbers but by those who stay when passion calls. This correct guy—his colleague—represented something deeper: a community united in preserving shared history, in honoring where we come from.