Sure 😊 Here's an untold, original short story for you — quiet, emotional, and a little magical:
🌙 The Girl Who Borrowed Tomorrow
In a small town where trains passed but never stopped, lived a girl named Meera. Every evening at exactly 6:17 pm, she stood near the rusted tracks and waved at the empty horizon. People thought she was strange. Some said she was waiting for someone who would never return.
But Meera wasn't waiting for anyone.
She was borrowing tomorrow.
You see, Meera had a secret gift. Whenever life became too heavy—too poor, too lonely, too unfair—she could step one day into the future. Just for a few minutes. Not to change anything. Only to look.
Her mother was sick. The house had cracks in the walls. The world around her felt like it was shrinking. So Meera would close her eyes near the tracks and whisper,
"Just one small look at tomorrow."
And tomorrow would open its door.
One day, she saw herself laughing in a tiny room filled with sunlight. There were books on the floor. Her mother was cooking. The walls still had cracks, but there were plants growing in them. Green, stubborn plants.
Meera smiled for the first time in weeks.
Another day, tomorrow showed her nothing special. Just her walking to work, tired but steady. No miracle. No sudden rich life. Just… survival. And somehow, that felt like hope.
But there was a rule to her gift:
The more you borrow tomorrow, the harder today becomes.
So one evening, when her heart felt unbearably heavy, Meera decided not to look ahead. She stood by the tracks as usual, but this time, she didn't whisper the words. She just stood there, breathing.
The train still didn't stop.
Life still didn't change overnight.
But something small happened.
A little boy passing by waved at her.
So she waved back.
And for the first time, Meera didn't need to borrow tomorrow.
Because today, though imperfect, had finally noticed her.