Sad

In a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a girl named Megha. Megha was not like the other children in town. While they laughed and played beneath the golden sun, Megha often found herself lost in the shadows, her heart heavy with a sadness she couldn't quite explain.

Her parents, concerned for their daughter's well-being, tried everything to lift her spirits. They took her to the brightest places in town, hoping the sparkle of laughter and joy would chase away the shadows that clung to Megha's soul. But no matter how hard they tried, Megha remained cloaked in her sorrow.

One day, while wandering through the woods behind her house, Megha stumbled upon a forgotten little pond tucked away amidst the trees. The water was still and murky, reflecting the gloomy sky above. Megha felt drawn to it, as though the pond held the answer to the questions that weighed heavy on her heart.

As she sat by the water's edge, tears welled up in Megha's eyes. She didn't understand why she felt so sad all the time, why she couldn't be like the other children who seemed to dance through life without a care in the world.

Just then, a soft voice broke through the silence. Startled, Megha turned to see an old woman standing beside her, her eyes kind and gentle.

"Child, why do you weep?" the woman asked, her voice like the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Megha hesitated, unsure if she could put her feelings into words. But something about the woman's presence made her feel safe, like she could share her deepest secrets without fear of judgment.

"I don't know," Megha whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just feel...lost."

The old woman nodded, as though she understood Megha's pain better than anyone else ever could. She reached out a wrinkled hand and gently wiped away Megha's tears.

"Sometimes, the weight of the world can be too much to bear," the woman said softly. "But remember, my dear, even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of light waiting to be found."

With those words, the old woman vanished into the trees, leaving Megha alone by the pond once more. But this time, something had shifted inside her. A tiny spark of hope flickered to life in Megha's heart, like a single flame in the depths of winter.

From that day on, Megha made a promise to herself. She would not let her sadness define her. Instead, she would seek out the beauty in the world, no matter how small, and hold onto it with all her might.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Megha's sadness began to fade. In its place bloomed a sense of wonder and gratitude for the world around her. She laughed with the other children, danced in the rain, and smiled up at the sky, knowing that even on the darkest of days, the sun would always find a way to shine through.