Golpo Chander Buri

Everyone in a little community tucked between glistening rivers and verdant hills heard the strange story of Chander Buri Golpo. This was the tale of Chander Buri, an elderly woman who resided on the moon.

Chander Buri was a fascinating old woman, not your typical elderly lady. Chander Buri would come alive each night when the moon rose high in the sky. Her hair was silver and glittered like stardust. She was little.
With a thousand lights shining through their eyes. Moonlight formed her moonlit home on the moon, and only the soft glow of the night allowed the flowers in her garden to blossom.

Chander Buri was regarded by the peasants as the protector of dreams. She would painstakingly create each child's fantasy from moonbeams as they fell asleep. The youngsters who had shown kindness and bravery were sent to dream happy dreams that were full of surprise and delight. Chander Buri was intelligent, too, though. Since she believed that all kids had to learn, she occasionally brought little challenges—like a puzzle, a riddle, or a slight fear—into their dreams to encourage them to become more resilient and intelligent.

Rahul, an inquisitive small kid, made the decision one evening that he wanted to go to Chander Buri. His grandmother had told him tales of the moon and its enchanted occupant every night before bed, and he had heard them from her. Rahul was keen to find out the veracity of the rumors.

Rahul then crept out of his house and started to climb the tallest hill in the hopes of reaching the moon when the moon was full and the hamlet was asleep. Even while he kept climbing, the moon continued to appear far away. Rahul sat down exhausted and started crying.

At that moment, Chander Buri materialized and a gentle glow enveloped him. With a loving grin, her eyes
glittering benevolently.

She said, "Why are you crying, little one?" "with a tone as gentle as the evening breeze.

Rahul sniffled, "I wanted to come see you, Chander Buri." "But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach the moon."

Chander Buri gave a quiet laugh. The moon is not something you can climb to get there, my love. You go there from the bottom of your heart. Shut your eyes, and I'll demonstrate."

Rahul felt a strong warmth rush through him as he closed his eyes. He found himself standing in Chander Buri's midnight garden when he opened them again. He was astounded by the luminous flo
The soft glow that enveloped everything.

Taking his hand, Chander Buri guided him to her workshop. Rahul witnessed dreams being woven there, as strands of color and light combined to create images of bravery, laughter, and adventure.

"Remember that dreams are the light that leads us through the darkest of nights," Chander Buri remarked. Never give up on your aspirations; they will always guide you to your true home."

Rahul felt himself lifted and drifting back to his bed as she lightly caressed his forehead.

Rahul recalled everything when he woke up the following morning. He was aware that Chander Buri was really the actual Chander Buri, and that she was keeping an eye on all the village youngsters, including him.
Rahul never again shied away from dreaming, no matter how large or tiny, after that day. His smile would light up the moon each night as he realized that Chander Buri was there, creating fantasies exclusively for him.

Thus, the tale of Chander Buri persisted, transmitted from one generation to the next, serving as a constant reminder that the enchantment of dreams is perpetually accessible.