two boys sitting on the ground next to a tree with a bird on top of it

Once, in a small village, lived a curious boy named Aryan. He was the kind who asked a hundred questions a day, always wondering about the stars, the trees, and the stories of the old well in the village square. While other kids played, Aryan spent his days exploring--climbing trees, following streams, and sketching the things he found in his little notebook.One day, while wandering near the forest’s edge, Aryan stumbled upon an injured bird with bright, colorful feathers. He carefully took it home, built a tiny nest from straw, and fed it crumbs. Days turned into weeks, and the bird grew stronger. Aryan named it Chirpy.One morning, Chirpy flapped its wings and chirped loudly, ready to fly. Aryan felt a pang of sadness but knew it was time to let go. He carried the bird outside, opened his hands, and watched it soar into the sky.As Chirpy disappeared into the horizon, Aryan realized something important: helping others--even if it means letting go--is one of life’s greatest joys. From that day on, he promised