In a lively Indian village, little Riya looked up at the vast blue sky and wondered, 'Why is the sky so far away? I want to touch it!' Her grandmother, sitting under a big mango tree, smiled gently and said, 'Let me tell you a story about the sky.' Riya's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she settled down, eager to listen.
Riya listened intently, imagining the sky shyly hiding behind clouds, giggling as she thought of the stars peeking out. She asked, 'But how can I ever reach the sky?' Her grandmother gently replied, 'The sky is far away because it is full of dreams and mysteries. But every time you look up, you can send your wishes and dreams to it.' Riya smiled, feeling a warm glow inside her heart, understanding that the sky was close in her hopes and dreams.
The next day, Riya decided to draw the sky in her notebook. She drew big, fluffy clouds, shining stars, and a bright moon. She wondered, 'If I can draw the sky, maybe I can bring it closer.' Her friends joined her, and soon they were all imagining a world where the sky was just a hop away, filled with colorful dreams and happy wishes.
As the story ended, Riya looked up again, feeling happy and inspired. She realized that even though the sky is far away, it is always close in her dreams, her hopes, and her heart. She hugged her grandmother tightly and said, 'Now I understand. The sky is far away, but it’s in my heart, and I can reach it with my dreams.' Her grandmother smiled warmly, proud of her little girl’s bright spirit.
