Once upon a time, there was a tiny grain of salt. It was small, but significant; and salty.
Little Grain was born a few billion years ago on the bed of the Ocean. She went through a lot of adventures and transformations, and never realized how important she actually was.
Once, she was a tear in the eye of a little girl, crying hard because she lost her favourite teddy bear. Her pain and sorrow got released along with the tears, and she finally calmed down imagining her bear left for an adventure and befriended some other girl or boy, to make them happy.
The Grain of Salt at times helped seasoning food. Both simple and sophisticated dishes would taste bland without her contribution. Either granny’s soup and high-cuisine chef masterpiece needed the magic of the Grain of Salt for their delicious flavours.
The Grain of Salt also happened to appear in some beautiful crystals, somewhere in a cave, proudly adding to their shine and beauty.
She had all the different forms – rock, blood, water, soil, rain… And before going back to her Ocean bed cradle, she wanted to do one last thing, something unique and exciting, epic and wonderful like a rollecoaster ride.
Thus, she got into a geyser.