Riyansha was a curious girl, always full of questions that others didn’t often ask. One afternoon, while walking home from school, her mind was filled with thoughts. That day, her teacher had talked about ghosts and spirits that some children said they saw in villages. Riyansha didn’t know what to believe.

That evening, she sat with her grandmother in the garden. The sun was setting, and the sky turned soft and orange. The wind was cool, and the leaves gently rustled around them.

“Daadi,” Riyansha asked quietly, “some children in school said they saw ghosts… Do ghosts really exist?”

Her grandmother smiled kindly and held her hand. “Riyansha, sometimes we hear stories again and again, and our mind starts to believe them—especially when they sound scary. But not everything we hear is true.”

“But how do I know what is real and what is not?” Riyansha asked.

Daadi looked into her eyes and said gently, “Start by looking at your fear. Ask yourself—Why am I scared? Did I really see something? Or did someone else make me feel scared with their story?”

Riyansha nodded slowly. “So… it’s not just about ghosts. It’s about fear itself?”

“Yes,” Daadi said, squeezing her hand. “Fear grows when we don’t understand something. But when you look at fear closely—like turning on a light in a dark room—you often see there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Riyansha was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Daadi… I have another question. Sometimes I wonder, who am I really? Everyone—my parents, teachers, even you—tell me what to do, how to behave. But how do I find out who I am?”

Her grandmother’s face softened, and she smiled warmly. “That is a very wise question, my dear. And it’s one even grown-ups ask. But here’s a secret—you don’t find out by copying others or always following what they say. You find out by quietly watching yourself. Notice how you feel when you’re happy or upset. Watch how you treat people. Think about what makes you excited or sad. That’s how you slowly start to understand who you really are.”

Riyansha felt something gentle move inside her heart. It wasn’t a full answer—but it felt like the beginning of something real.

“So… it’s okay if I don’t have all the answers right now?” she asked.

Daadi laughed softly. “Of course, my little star. That’s what learning is—not knowing everything, but being open to discover. When you ask questions with curiosity, not fear, you grow a little more every day.”

Riyansha leaned back against the tree and looked up. One by one, stars twinkled into the sky. For the first time, she didn’t feel worried. She didn’t need to be sure of everything. She just wanted to keep learning—not from fear, but from wonder.

🌟Moral of the Story🌟

You don’t need to have all the answers. True learning starts when you stop being afraid and start asking questions with curiosity. When you understand your feelings and thoughts, you begin to discover who you truly are.