Meera wandered along the river’s edge, her sandals brushing through wildflowers and soft earth. The air was filled with the soothing murmur of water slipping over smooth stones, and every so often, a fish would break the surface, sending tiny rings across the mirrored surface. With each step, the world seemed to slow down, offering a gentle peace that wrapped around her like a soft shawl.
Crouching down, Meera brushed aside a tuft of grass and spotted a glint among the rocks. She reached out and picked up a tiny blue stone, its surface smooth and cool, shimmering brilliantly in her palm. "How beautiful you are," she whispered, holding it up to watch the sunlight dance on its surface. For a moment, she felt as if she had uncovered a secret treasure, hidden just for her.
Meera nestled onto a log, gazing at the stone and listening to the water’s gentle lullaby. The blue of the stone reminded her of the clear sky above, and its coolness soothed her fingers. "Even the smallest things can be precious," she mused, closing her fingers around it and letting her worries slip away with the current.
Later that evening, Meera sat by her window, watching the sun dip below the treetops while the stone rested in her hand. Whenever she felt the weight of sadness or anxious thoughts pressing in, she held it tight and remembered the river’s peace. The stone was a gentle reminder that even on the hardest days, there were small things that could bring comfort.
Meera showed the stone to her friend, its blue surface catching the light as they giggled beneath the willow’s branches. "Whenever I feel sad or scared, I hold this stone and remember the river," she confided softly. Her friend listened, then smiled, understanding how something so small could mean so much.
As twilight settled over the land, Meera made her way home, the sound of the river fading behind her and her heart lighter than before. With each step, she felt grateful for her little blue treasure—a simple stone that reminded her happiness could be found in the smallest of gifts. The world was vast, but for Meera, happiness sometimes fit right in the palm of her hand.
