In a small village in Kaliganj lived a quiet boy named Nirob.
He did not speak much, but his eyes held something unusual — as if a thousand untold stories were hidden inside them.
Nirob had a strange habit.
Every night at midnight, he would wake up and stare at the sky. He believed that every star was an unfinished dream.
One night, he noticed a star brighter than all the others.
He whispered softly,
"Whose dream are you?"
The star flickered.
In the next moment, Nirob was no longer in his room.
He was standing in a vast white field covered in mist. Everything was silent. In the distance, a single door floated in the sky.
Written above it were the words:
"Only those who are not afraid may enter."
His heart pounded.
But Nirob had always known one thing —
Fear is not the end. Beyond fear, something new begins.
He walked toward the door.
When he opened it, he saw his future.
He saw himself teaching English to the children of his village.
He saw his parents saying proudly, "That's our son."
He saw a girl smiling at him — not just with affection, but with deep respect.
In that moment, Nirob understood.
The star was not someone else's dream.
It was his own.
Suddenly, everything faded into darkness.
He woke up in his room again. Morning light streamed through the window.
From that day on, Nirob did not only stare at the sky.
He opened his books.
He practiced English for thirty minutes every day.
He laughed at his mistakes, but he never stopped.
Because he knew—
One day, his star would shine the brightest of all.