Pick a Word, Paint a Story #12 - by @fariyazulfiqar
Hello my dear friends, how are you? I hope all of you doing good and all are happy in this wonderful community. Today am come here in the new wonderful community that is organized by pur country neighbours. I hope all of you feeling good and all are happy. Today am come to participate in the new contest that is held by @senehasa for all of us.
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded with around the hills, there lived a younger lady named fariya. Every morning, she could run out of doors and take a deep breath in a clean air, feeling the cool breeze on her face. The air in her village became usually pure, wearing the heady fragrance of blooming vegetation and clean grass. It made her experience alive, linked to the arena round her.
One day, as me became taking walks close to the river, i observed some thing strange. The air became thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. The bushes regarded to be struggling, and the birds had stopped singing. I quick ran domestic and advised my parents, who defined that the close by the factories had been liberating smoke into the air, and polluting it.
Determined to help, i always determined to elevate attention in my village. I prepared a clean-up marketing campaign and knowledgeable every body with the significance of defensive the air. Slowly, the villagers got here together, planting greater bushes and decreasing pollution. Over time, the air have become clean again, and i ought to over again experience the candy breeze each morning.
I always love for the air reminded for everyone that's because it's just not a wind in which we breath but it is also hope for the cleaner and our healthier future. So, my dear friends this is my short story in the word Air that i choosed for writing.
I invite my friends @hiralytical, @uzma4882 and @drhuma to participate in this contest. Thank you so much for organizing this beautiful contest.