16th Feb 2025
Once upon a time, in a quiet village by deep, dark woods, lived a kind girl named Makarm. One sunny morning, her mother said, "Makarm, can you take this basket to your grandmother?" Makarm smiled and replied, "Of course, Mama! I will be very careful!" With that, she skipped off, happy and excited, ready for her adventure through the trees.
As she walked, a sly wolf peeked from behind the bushes. "Where are you going, little girl?" he asked with a cunning smile. "I’m going to my grandmother’s house!" she exclaimed. "What a lovely idea!" said the wolf. "Why not pick some flowers for her?" Makarm thought that was a great idea and wandered off the path, forgetting her mother’s warning.
As Makarm picked bright flowers, the wolf slinked swiftly down the path, heading straight to Makarm's grandmother’s house. When he arrived, the wolf disguised his voice and knocked on the door. "Who's there?" asked Grandmother. "It's me, Makarm!" the wolf replied, trying to sound like the little girl. But Grandmother was wise and knew it wasn’t Makarm. She quietly hid, hoping Makarm would remember her mother’s warning soon.
Meanwhile, Makarm realized she had wandered too far from the path. She remembered her mother's words, "Stay on the path and be careful." Feeling a bit worried, she quickly gathered her flowers and hurried back to the trail. As she got closer to Grandmother’s house, she noticed the door was slightly open. Her heart raced, but she bravely stepped inside, calling out, "Grandmother, I’m here!"
Grandmother emerged from her hiding spot, relieved to see Makarm safe and sound. Together, they closed the door tightly and shared a warm hug. "Remember to trust your inner voice," Grandmother advised with a gentle smile. Makarm nodded, understanding the importance of listening to both her heart and her mother’s guidance. They spent the rest of the day enjoying the flowers and each other's company, grateful for the lessons learned and the adventure that had brought them closer together.
