A tiny bird danced through the autumn sky, drunk on joy and completely oblivious to the approaching winter. While her companions gathered for their southern migration, she remained.

Then winter struck with cruel precision.

The bird's wings, mid-flight, froze solid. She plummeted from the sky like a stone, landing in the snow with a soft thud. Death seemed certain. But fate, as Sadhguru tells this story, had other plans.

A passing cow wandered by and dropped a steaming pile of dung directly onto the fallen bird. The warm dung began to thaw her frozen wings. Ice melted away. Circulation returned. For the first time in hours, she felt alive.