Morning Hues and Little Smiles

A Sweet Morning

Every morning, before the sun fully woke up, little Meera would quietly slip out of her bed. She was a tiny, delicate girl with big curious eyes and a heart full of kindness. The world around her was still wrapped in the soft blanket of dawn, and she loved that peaceful silence.

Meera tiptoed to the window, pulling back the curtains just enough to peek outside. The sky was painted in pale pink and golden hues, like a gentle promise of a new day. She took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, feeling it fill her tiny lungs with calmness.

Her footsteps were soft as she walked to the kitchen, where the aroma of fresh flowers from the garden mixed with the cool morning breeze. She quietly helped her mother prepare tea, humming a sweet tune.

This morning ritual was Meera’s favorite part of the day — the quiet moments when everything felt calm and full of hope. The birds began their soft chirping, the flowers slowly opened their petals, and Meera smiled, ready to welcome whatever the day had in store.

Bright Eyes, Big Smile