The Flower Spirits

The sun festival was here. The roads were shining with colorful papers. There were lamps hung on every roof. People wore bright yellow and the festive atmosphere filled their hearts with joy. That day, Viaan got up before sunrise and climbed the highest tower in the palace. He sat on the windowsill waiting for sunrise. When the first light rays hit the kingdom, the golden glow almost blinded his eyes.

Slowly, the entire Mihira was bathed in the golden light. The beauty was mesmerizing. The green fields seemed alive and the plants swayed happily. The light breeze seemed to touch everyone's heart. It was the day, the sun God blessed the kingdom and it was the reason for the celebration. This day was celebrated for thousands of years. And Viaan felt happy to have experienced it every year of his life.