One evening, the power went out during a thunderstorm. The children were scared. The wind howled, trees danced wildly, and shadows played tricks on the walls.
Lata Baa calmly lit her lantern. “Come,” she said. “Let the lantern show us a story.”
They gathered around, and she told them the tale of the brave night she found the calf. As the storm raged, the lantern’s flame never flickered. The children forgot their fear, held hands, and listened with wide eyes and warm hearts.
After that night, they never laughed at Lata Baa’s lantern again. In fact, when Diya, the youngest, grew up and moved to the city, she took a replica of that lantern with her—because some lights aren’t just lights. They are keepers of courage, memory, and magic.
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