Meera lived in a crowded city where buildings stood so close together that the sky looked like a thin blue line overhead. From her Window,she could only see a small piece of it, framed by concrete walls and tangled electric wires.She often Wondered if the sky felt trapped too. Every Morning 🌅, Pegions sat on the windowsill cooing softly. Meera watched them carefully. They would suddenly spread their wings and disappear upward, beyond the slice of the sky she could see 👀. ':Where do they go?'' she once asked her grandpa. ''Where the sky takes them.'' he said with a smile. One Sunday, the electricity went out, and the lift stopped working. Bored, Meera climbed the stairs all the way to the rooftop for the first time. When she pushed open the heavy door, a cool breeze rushed to greet her. She stepped out-and froze. The sky was no longer thin line. It was everywhere. Blue stretched in every direction, with white clouds drifting lazily like boats on gaint ocean. Birds circle high above, gliding without efforts.The sun warmed her face, and the wind tugged gently at her hair. Meera slowly turned in a circle, her heart thumping with excitement.''So this is the whole sky...'' She whispered. Up there, the city didn't feel so tight or noisy. Cars looked tiny. People were just dots moving along roads. All her worries about homework,tests,and small arguments seemed to shrink. A kite flew nearby, it's string held by a boy on another rooftop. It dipped and rose freely, dancing with the wind. Meera smiled, feeling something new -space , freedom, possibility. She realized the sky had always been this big. She just hadn't gone high enough to see it. From that day on , whenever life felt crowded or heavy,Meera climbed to the t. She would look up , breath deeply,and remind herself. _There is always more above you than you think_ Sometimes, you just need to rise a little to see. ...THE Whole SKY 🌤️...
