Mohit finished his jog and stood still for a few minutes, gasping for breath. He then looked around for his friend Saurabh. Spotting him at a distance, he walked over. Mohit was about to collapse onto the warm sand when he was startled by Saurabh’s sharp cry. “Hi! Look out! Don't you dare destroy my treasure!" “Treasure?” Mohit looked down and saw some scattered seashells. Saurabh began to pick the shells up and put them into his bag. Mohit chuckled. “That's your treasure?” “Of course it is,” retorted Saurabh as Mohit sat down on the sand beside him. “They are pieces of Nature's Art. Look at this one.” Saurabh picked a shell from his collection and held it up. It was a beautiful shell with intricate grooves. "Just look at this beauty. Look at its shape and grooves. Do you know what these grooves represent? They stand for resilience!" Mohit, who until then had a mocking expression, suddenly turned serious. "Shells… symbols of resilience…” ...