A Beautiful Flower...
Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled between green hills, there lived a little girl named Asha. She was known for her bright smile, curious eyes, and the way she cared for even the smallest creatures.
One morning, while wandering near the edge of the forest, Asha discovered a small flower unlike any she had ever seen. Its petals shimmered in shades of pink and gold, glowing softly like the first light of dawn. It stood alone, surrounded by grass, yet it looked strong and proud.
She bent down and whispered, "You're beautiful. Are you lost?"
The flower swayed gently as if it understood.
From that day on, Asha visited the flower every morning. She brought it water when the sun was hot and cleared weeds around it. The villagers laughed kindly at her, saying, "It's just a flower." But to Asha, it was much more.
One day, a terrible storm rolled through the village. Trees bent and roofs trembled. Asha thought only of the flower. When the winds calmed, she rushed out to find it. The spot where it once stood was muddy and torn. Her heart sank.
But then—just beyond the clearing—she saw it. Bent but not broken, its golden petals were still shining.
Tears filled her eyes as she whispered, “You’re still here.”
Years passed. Asha grew older, but she never forgot that flower. The villagers, inspired by her care and devotion, started planting gardens of their own. What was once a quiet, gray village bloomed with color.
And in the center of it all stood Asha’s flower, still glowing, a symbol of quiet strength and the beauty of love freely given.
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