Night was slowly casting its magic over the village.
The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the whispers of stars were beginning to dissolve into the air.
Ravi sat by his window, gazing at the blue-white sky. The heat still lingered, but there was something different in the air — something that stirred him from within.
Just then, a light drop fell on his cheek.
Cool, soft, and almost magical.
Ravi looked up in surprise —
There was no rain, so where had this drop come from?
He opened the window. The scene outside was mysterious — the village was quiet, but far on the horizon, where the sky met the earth, faint lights were twinkling.
As if an invisible world was calling him toward it.
With the gust of wind, another whisper echoed in Ravi's ears —
as if water droplets were revealing a secret, singing an unheard song.
"Every drop holds a story... every story hides a dream..."
The voice was so soft that he thought perhaps he was imagining it.
But the heart knew — something extraordinary was about to happen.
That night, Ravi couldn't sleep.
He kept thinking — if a single drop could hold a dream, how many dreams might be hidden in the rain?
How many stories would he have to find?
In the darkness of the night, that one drop tapping at his window had made him a promise —
a promise of a journey.
A journey where he would see himself and his dreams with new eyes.
But Ravi didn't know that this was just the beginning.
Far away, a mysterious place was waiting for him... where water droplets whispered, trees breathed, and rivers wove secrets.
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[A short reflection]
> "Sometimes a single drop shows the path to the entire ocean."
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