A Poor Boy with No Father and Mother
In a small village at the edge of a dusty road lived a poor boy named Raju. He was only ten years old, yet life had already taught him lessons far heavier than his age. Raju had no father to lift him onto strong shoulders, and no mother to wipe his tears at night. The small mud house where he lived felt empty, filled only with silence and memories.
Every morning before the sun rose, Raju walked to the nearby tea stall to wash cups. His hands were small, often trembling from hunger, but he worked quietly without complaint. Other children passed by on their way to school, laughing and carrying bags on their backs. Raju watched them for a moment, then looked down and returned to his work. He loved books, but hunger was louder than dreams.
At night, Raju slept under an old torn blanket. When rain leaked through the roof, he moved to the corner and hugged his knees. Sometimes he whispered to the stars, imagining his parents were listening. "I'm trying my best," he would say softly.
One day, an old schoolteacher noticed Raju reading a discarded newspaper outside the shop. Touched by his curiosity and strength, the teacher helped him enroll in a local school and arranged meals for him. Life did not change overnight, but hope entered Raju's heart for the first time.
Raju still had no father or mother, but he had courage. And sometimes, courage is enough to change a destiny.