Arjun's Winter Walk Home

The winter chill had settled deeply over the small village road this afternoon.

Young Arjun clutched the straps of his school bag, his breath misting in the air.

The dry trees stood like silent giants under the soft, pale winter sun.

He walked steadily, the crunch of the gravel under his shoes the only sound.

Every step brought him closer to the warmth of home and his mother's tea.