The begining
In a quiet village surrounded by green fields and dusty roads lived a young boy named Arjun. The village was small, almost forgotten by the fast-moving world outside. Life there moved with the sunrise and slept with the sunset.
Arjun's father, Ramlal, was a farmer who worked endlessly under the burning sun. Despite his hard work, money was nev enough. Some seasons brought crops, others brought debt.
Their house was made of mud walls and a tin roof that rattled loudly during storms. During monsoon nights, rainwater slipped through tiny holes, and Arjun would place buckets around the room to stop the floor from flooding.
Yet, inside that small house lived a boy with unusually big dreams.
While other boys talked about farming or moving to nearby towns for labor work, Arjun often stared at the sky.
He wondered, "Is there something more waiting for me?"