Mehani's melody.

Once there lived in a beautiful village a young girl called Mehani. Her world was not made from silver or gold. But from morning until night, her heart filled with gentle, lovely melodies.

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Mehani has not received any music training. She never went to a big school or a stage. However, she had enjoyed listening to the wind rustling through the banana trees since she was a young child. She had enjoyed the sound of the rain hitting the tin roof and the ringing of the temple bell. Everything around her had a rhythm. She started to hum slowly. Her voice was special. It can heal a hurting heart and calm a crying baby.

Melani's mother always said, "Mehani, your voice is a blessing from God." But Melani never believed her voice was special. Her hobby was singing; she sang while sweeping, cooking, and even washing her clothes at the river. Music became a part of her life like the scent of jasmine in the evening.

During the village's New Year celebration, the temple organized a simple singing event. Mehani was asked to sing at this event by her friends. She initially turned it down, claiming she wasn't an official singer.

But her friends didn’t give up on it. They knew Melani's singing ability. They urged her to sing. Finally, Melani agreed to sing at that event as her friends pushed her.

That evening, she stood on the stage. It was her first performance for the crowd. Her hands began to shake, and she heard her own heart beat loudly. But she got courage and closed her eyes and sang an old lullaby that her mother used to sing. Even though the song was simple, her voice attracted everyone who heard it.

The whole audience kept silent. When she finished, everyone forgot to clap. Then slowly, hands came together. The clap echoed through the temple grounds. Her mother shed happy tears. Everyone praised her singing.

Her life completely changed from that day. She was invited to sing at all village events, weddings, and even on the local radio. But she never let the fame touch her soul. She remained unchanged. She hummed, picking the guavas on the muddy road barefoot.

People in that village loved Mehani's melody. It was not noisy. It was not polished, but it was the real voice.

It proved to be her real gift in the end.

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