Once there was a young girl in the beautiful valley who would wait for the sun to appear in the morning only to enjoy its warmth, during the cold autumn days. She would spread a mat in her small and cosy lawn and take out all her toys and play as long she could, till her mother would call her to come in for lunch. The thought of going inside felt uncomfortable as she imagined the cold inside. Her face lit up with the warmth of the sun and she would feel gloomy on those days when the sun did not appear. She got very curious about this ball of fire and would ask her parents, questions about the same. She wanted to meet the sun and play with it, tell the sun how much it’s existence meant to her and how it made her happy and jubilant. She found answers to her many questions but could not bear the only answer that “the sun was beyond anyone’s reach.” Day after day she grew sad and her desire to meet this source of her existence grew stronger and stronger. She became ill, wouldn’t eat o
Sometimes when rains are insufficient, humans try to capture and preserve the dew drops to replace the rain. I am looking for my dew drops, what about you?