In a quiet town where evenings always looked the same, lived a girl named Meera. Every day, she walked the same road, talked to the same people, and smiled the same half-smile that never reached her eyes.
But the strange thing about Meera was this — she had forgotten the sky.
Not that she couldn’t see it. It was always there, above her head. Blue in the morning, golden in the evening, and full of stars at night. But for her, it meant nothing. It was just… empty.
People said that once, long ago, Meera used to love the sky more than anything. She would spend hours lying on the terrace, counting stars and making wishes she never told anyone.
Then one day, something changed.
No one knew what happened.
She stopped looking up.
Years passed like this. Life moved on. But one evening, something unusual happened. As Meera walked home, a sudden power cut covered the whole town in darkness.
No lights. No noise. Just silence.
For the first time in years, she looked up.
And there it was.
The sky.
Not empty… but endless.
Stars scattered like forgotten dreams. The moon glowing softly, as if it had been waiting for her. And suddenly, something inside her broke… or maybe healed.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
She didn’t remember what she had lost… but she felt it.
And for the first time in years, she smiled — a real one.
From that day on, Meera still walked the same road, met the same people, lived the same life.
But now, she looked up.
Because sometimes, we don’t lose things forever…
We just forget where to look.