“Roots and Wings”
In a quiet village, a boy named Aarav lived with his grandparents, parents, and younger sister under one roof. Their home was small, but filled with laughter, meals shared on the floor, and bedtime stories passed down through generations. Aarav’s grandfather planted a tree the day he was born and told him, “As this tree grows, so will you. But remember — no matter how high you reach, never forget your roots.” Years later, Aarav left for the city to study and then work. He faced struggles and successes. But every weekend, he would call home — not out of habit, but out of love. He never missed his sister’s birthday, his mother's cooking, or his father's quiet pride. When his grandfather passed, Aarav returned. The old tree was tall and strong. He stood under it and whispered, “You gave me roots, and you gave me wings.” From then on, Aarav made sure the family stayed close — with monthly dinners, shared memories, and plenty of stories for the next generation.
