Priya and the Night the Stars Went Out
One evening, Priya looked up at the sky and gasped. The stars were gone. Not hidden behind clouds — the sky was perfectly clear, but every single star had vanished. Just blackness, stretching from horizon to horizon.
Priya ran inside. "The stars are gone!" But nobody else seemed to notice. Mom was reading. Dad was cooking. The news was talking about weather, not missing stars. Priya looked again — still gone. "Am I the only one who can see this?"
At the library the next morning, Priya found a strange old book tucked behind the encyclopedias. "The Keeper's Guide to Starlight" — and on the first page, it read: "If you can no longer see the stars, it means you've stopped believing in things you cannot prove."
Priya sat with that for a long time. It was true — lately, they'd been so worried about school, about fitting in, about being good enough, that they'd forgotten to wonder. They'd stopped asking "what if?" and started asking "what's the point?"
That night, Priya did something they hadn't done in months. They lay on the backyard grass, looked up at the empty sky, and whispered, "I believe there's more to the world than what I can see. I believe in the kindness of strangers and the power of a good story and the magic of a night sky full of stars."
One by one, the stars returned. First a flicker. Then a sparkle. Then a flood of light — more stars than Priya had ever seen, pouring across the sky like spilled diamonds. The sky was more beautiful than ever, because Priya had earned those stars back with the most powerful force in the universe: faith — not in everything making sense, but in the beauty of not knowing, and trusting anyway.