"The darkest part of your story
Gave birth to the strongest soul "
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The sun was setting over the small village, casting a warm orange glow over the thatched roofs and the dusty streets. Ishan, a young man with a bright smile, was walking through the village, his arms laden with flowers. His four-year-old son, was walking alongside him, his eyes shining with excitement.
Aarav's small hand held those flowers tightly as he walked alongside with his papa, ishan. Despite their struggles they never lose hope with ishan's bright smile and aarav's cautious eyes.
As a flower seller, ishan's income was meager and they could barely afford two times of meals a day. There were days when they went hungry. But aarav despite being four years old never complained . He is a mature kid with a heart full of love for his papa. And ishan he worked tirelessly to provide his son.
AARAV: Papa, can I help you to sell the flowers.
Aarav asked, looking up at Ishan with big brown eyes.Ishan smiled and ruffled Aarav's hair.
ISHAN: ofcourse sanu, my Sanu is the bestest helper.
As they reached the village square, Ishan and Aarav set up their flower stall. Aarav helped Ishan arrange the flowers, and then they sat down to wait for customers. And as usual days when by with hopes.
One day while playing with others kids of the village. Some of the kids mocked aarav for not having a papa.
KID 1: you know my mother told me aarav's papa is not a real man. He is a witch.
KID 2: yes my mom also told me to stay away from that nasty child.
KID 3: yea that's why his father left them. You mom one day I heard my mom saying that maybe aarav is a mistake and for that his father left his mother. He is the reason why his papa is in this condition.
Aarav's eyes welled up with tears, and he really loathered his father for their condition. With a dull face aarav went back to his home. But ishan scencing his son's distressed asked him son what happened to him.
With a loud cry aarav aarav clinged to ishan's chest and told him everything. But ishan with a gentle yet a broken smile kisses aarav's round cheeks and told him.
ISHAN: so what if you don't have a father. You have your papa right. My sanu can never be a mistake. They are jealous of my Sanu. My Sanu is Papa's super hero.. .. right Sanu...
Aarav's face lit up with pride. He hugged Ishan tightly, and Ishan hugged him back.
As the days went by, Ishan and Aarav sold their flowers and went home. But Ishan's health was not good, and he was getting weaker by the day. One day ishan fell terrible ill. His body was weak and he couldn't even get out of bed.
Aarav was worried about his papa, and he took on more responsibilities to help him. With a determined look on his face , aarav took the responsibility of selling those flowers and bringing foods home.
He walked through the village his small hands holding the flowers tightly , his eyes scanning the streets for potential customers. But he got non. Then he got some idea. It would be better if he sells those flowers on the highway signal.
But despite his struggles, he can only managed to sell some. With the little amount of money he brought some food and went back to their house.
When he reached home his Little body filled with mud and dust. His dirty baby face lightened up with pride. Those pure smile after bringing food.
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Fantasy""Sometimes we just don't want to forget about the pain as it's the last link we had with the person we loved but lost"" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story about to cricketers. Let's just see what the future holds for them...
