6th May 2025
Once there was a girl named Zara who lived in Dhaka. One night, she looked outside and saw a beautiful starry sky. 'Wow!' she exclaimed, 'Look at all the stars! They look like diamonds!' Zara was excited. She wanted to tell her grandma all about it, so she quickly grabbed her jacket and said, 'I’m going to Grandma’s house! I want to share the stars with her!'
As Zara walked through the village, the night was calm and peaceful. She could hear the soft rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets. When she arrived at Grandma's house, Zara ran in and shouted, 'Grandma, look outside! The stars are shining bright!' Grandma smiled and said, 'Let's go out and see them together, my dear!' They both stepped outside, and the stars twinkled above them like a beautiful blanket of light.
Zara and Grandma sat on the cozy wooden bench in the garden. Grandma wrapped her arm around Zara and whispered, 'Did you know, each star has its own story?' Zara's eyes widened with wonder. 'Really, Grandma? Can you tell me one?' she asked eagerly. Grandma chuckled softly and began to tell the tale of a star that loved to dance in the sky.
As Grandma spoke, Zara listened carefully, her imagination painting pictures of twinkling stars having a party in the night sky. 'And that star there,' Grandma pointed to a particularly bright one, 'is the happiest of them all because it shines the brightest!' Zara giggled, feeling the magic of the night all around her. She could almost see the stars waving and twinkling just for her and Grandma.
After a while, Grandma and Zara went back inside, their hearts full of joy. Zara hugged her grandma tightly and said, 'Thank you, Grandma. The stars are even more special now.' Grandma kissed Zara's forehead and replied, 'Anytime, my dear. The stars will always be there for us.' As Zara headed home, she looked up at the sky and whispered, 'Goodnight, stars,' feeling as if she had made a million new friends.
