Aarav and the Banyan Tree

Listen. A village called Greenfield was paradise. Trees everywhere. Birds singing nonstop.

Happy kids running wild every single evening under this massive banyan tree. Everyone smiled

like they had zero problems. It was the kind of place you see in paintings and

think it cannot be real. But it was real. And in the middle of all this perfection

lived a boy named Aarav. Just an ordinary kid in an extraordinary place.

He would wake up to chirping birds instead of alarm clocks. His playground was

nature itself. No screens. No noise. Just pure simple life.

The banyan tree became his second home. That tree had seen generations of children.