The small South Indian house, once a warm and welcoming abode, was now engulfed in a raging inferno. Flames danced across the roof, casting a golden glow over the surrounding landscape. But for the girl standing alone, frozen in horror, the beauty of the fire was lost amidst the tragedy.
She had been out running errands, unaware of the catastrophe unfolding at home. Now, she stood helpless, her eyes fixed on the burning house as if willing the flames to cease their destruction. But it was too late. The fire had consumed everything, leaving nothing but smoldering ruins.
As the reality of her loss sank in, the girl's composure crumbled. She began to sob, her body shaking with uncontrollable grief. The villagers, drawn by the commotion, gathered around her, offering sympathetic words and comforting touches. But she didn't respond, her eyes never leaving the burning flames.
Her entire family had perished in the fire, leaving her alone in the world. The weight of her loss was crushing, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair. The tears streamed down her face, but eventually, they ran dry, leaving her eyes red and raw.
As the night wore on, the fire finally began to subside, leaving behind a smoldering ruin. The girl's gaze never wavered, her eyes fixed on the spot where her home once stood. She knew that she would never find solace again, that her life would never be the same.
The villagers tried to console her, offering shelter and support, but she knew that she would never find a replacement for what she had lost. Her family, her home, her sense of belonging – all gone, reduced to ashes.
As she walked away from the ruins, the girl felt a sense of resolve forming within her. She would face whatever challenges came her way, she'd had only herself now, to rely on.
And so, a new story began, the story of karma. Where karma returns and has it's way unless and until.....