The Blooming Wall
In a quiet, grey village stood a forgotten wall—cracked and lifeless. One day, a little girl arrived with paints and a wild heart. She splashed bold marigolds, pink peonies, and blue lotuses across the bricks.
The wall burst into color—vivid, fearless, alive.
People stopped. Smiled. The village changed.
And beneath a bright sunflower, Leela wrote:
“Even walls can bloom.”
“Even walls can bloom.”