Pick a Word, Paint a Story #10.

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As-salamu Alaikum.
Hello Steemians! Hope you all are doing well. Today, I am participating in an amazing contest in the "Hindwhale Community" community, organized by @senehasa Ma'am. Today i will choose Fire word for painting a story.
Here is: Contest Link .
Let’s get started!

Fire

One night, Arohi went to the roof of her house in the village. The night sky was full of shining stars but arohi's can't feel it because her mind was full of darkness. She felt like her life had gotten stuck in a dark cave. She felt completely alone.

The cold wind seemed to carry the sound of crying as it touched her cheek. She gazed at the sky and said softly, “If there really is a god, show me some light. Show me a way to survive."

At that moment, a light shone from a rear mountain. Arohi initially suspected it might be a mistake. But no, there was actually a light there. She noticed this wasn’t a house light, It's a flame of a fire. Somebody had set a light in the jungle.

Arohi felt curious. She get down from the roof, and walked head to the mountain. As she walked, the firelight grew brighter.

After some time she arrived at the mountain, she saw a tiny hut. Before the hut was an old man. He smiles when he faces Arohi and says, "You came because you were calling by the flame?"

"Call?" Arohi said with a surprised expression. "Was this fire calling me?"

The old man nodded, "Yes. Fire isn’t just a symbol of destruction, Arohi. It is also a reflection of change. It detoxifies the old and makes way for the new. Are you ready to burn away the old pains of your life?"

Arohi stayed silent for a moment. Then she said, “Yes, I’m ready. But how?"

The old man gave her a torch and said, "Here. So now this fire is in your hands. Burn away whatever you want to leave behind in your life. But don’t forget, fire doesn’t just destroy, it also illuminates a path to the new."

	A New Arohi Reborn

Arohi took the torch and she burnt all the pain, failures and disappointments of her life in the fire. The darkness in her heart burned away by the flames. Then when the fire died down, she found a new road in front of her.

She looked back to the old man, but he was gone. Then his voice floats in the wind, "You are free now. Go, create a new life."

From that day Arohi started a new life. She knew that fire is not only a symbol of destruction; it is also a symbol of rebirth. The trial by fire had made her stronger, and now she was as bright as the fire itself.

I invite the following users for the contest
@chathu13
@avalanch
@theexplorerguy