The Year of Droughts.💖
One year, the rains did not come on time. The fields near the Gomti River began to dry. Crops turned yellow. Farmers looked at the sky every day, hoping for clouds.
Saira's father became silent. He sat outside their house in the evenings, staring at the empty fields.
One night, Saira heard her parents talking softly.
"We may have to stop her studies," her father said sadly. "We cannot afford school fees now."
Saira felt her heart break. She did not cry loudly. She quietly wiped her tears and made a decision.
The next day, she started helping her mother sell vegetables after school. She studied late at night under a small lantern.