One farmer, Ayaan, lived in a little community tucked amid verdant hills. He was a diligent individual who was well-known for his devotion to his own nation. But loneliness was always a big weight on his heart. He labored under the sweltering sun every day, the breeze and the birds his only company. His existence was uncomplicated, yet he had an unexplainable sense of emptiness.
Ayaan saw a young woman strolling along the dirt lane that bordered his fields one day as he was tending to his crops. Zoya, a wanderer who had just relocated to the area, was her name. Her eyes gleamed with a delight that seemed to light up the world around her, and her hair danced in the breeze. Ayaan was unable to handle.
Moral: Even the most desolate souls may be nourished and brought back to life by love, just like rain. Though it usually comes as a surprise, it is always worth the wait.
