The morning was quiet when Mira opened her window. The air felt different today fresh, calm, and full of possibility. She stood still for a moment, listening to the distant sound of birds and the soft movement of the trees.
Today was not an ordinary day.
Mira was leaving her village for the first time.
She looked around her small room. The walls were pale blue, and the wooden table near the bed held only a notebook and a pen. That notebook was important to her. Inside it were her thoughts, her dreams, and the stories she had never told anyone.
Her mother called from outside, "Mira, are you ready?"
Mira took a deep breath. "Yes, Ama," she replied.
She closed the notebook and placed it carefully into her bag. As she stepped outside, the sunlight touched her face gently, as if wishing her luck. The road ahead was long and unknown, but her heart was ready.
She did not know what waited for her in the city new people, new challenges, maybe even fear. But one thing was certain.