Nilah goes in search of the Nilgiri Lily

Nilah sat on the porch listening to Paati talk about her childhood walks to school. Paati said they used to walk through forest paths where white lilies grew in bunches, their petals shining like stars in the morning sun. "We used to call them Nilgiri Lilies," Paati smiled, "but I haven’t seen them in years." Amma, busy with her work, added, “Maybe they don’t grow anymore, Nilah. The old paths have changed.”
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The next day, curiosity got the better of Nilah. She packed some snacks, her small notebook, and set off with her squirrel friend. She followed an old tea estate path that Paati had mentioned. It was quiet, with only the sound of birds and the smell of wet grass. Nilah walked slowly, looking under trees, behind rocks, hoping to spot the flowers Paati loved.
After a while, she found a clearing where the grass was soft and the air smelled fresh and earthy. And there, hidden between ferns, were a few tall white flowers, their petals slightly drooping under the weight of the morning mist. Nilah’s eyes lit up. She sat down, sketching them carefully, feeling like she had found a little piece of Paati’s stories.
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When she returned home, Nilah showed Paati her sketch. Paati smiled wide and said, “Ah, they’re still there! You found them, my girl.” Nilah didn’t feel like she had done anything big, but it made her happy to know she had brought back a small memory for Paati. And now, whenever she walked those paths, Nilah always kept an eye out for the quiet, shy Nilgiri Lily.