Rahul raced barefoot through the fields, his laughter echoing as he chased a fluttering butterfly. His bright eyes danced with curiosity, and every step seemed lighter than the last. The village children watched, giggling from behind fences, as Rahul leapt over puddles, his spirit as sunny as the morning itself.
Rahul paused beneath the tree, feeling a strange tingling in his toes. Suddenly, as he reached up for a low-hanging branch, his feet lifted off the ground—first an inch, then a foot, then higher. Confused but delighted, Rahul spun midair, arms wide, as sunlight dappled his face and the breeze tugged gently at his shirt.
"Am I really flying? Or is this a dream?" Rahul wondered, his voice trembling with excitement. He flapped his arms, soared upward, and then dipped low, his laughter bubbling over the fields. Each swoop brought new delight, and he reveled in the freedom, feeling as light as the clouds above.
Rahul darted overhead, swooping down to greet his friends, who stared in awe. Priya, his best friend, gasped and pointed upward. "Rahul, how are you doing that? Show us!" Rahul grinned, landing gently beside her and twirling in excitement. "I don’t know, but it feels wonderful! Come, watch me!"
Rahul soared above the crowd, performing loops and spirals, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit sky. Children cheered, and parents clapped, marveling at the magic before them. Rahul felt his heart swell with joy, knowing he had brought wonder to his village.
Rahul sat on a root, gazing up at the stars, his mind swirling with gratitude. He realized his gift was more than flying—it was the happiness he shared with everyone. "Maybe tomorrow, I’ll fly farther and discover new adventures," he whispered, smiling softly as the night embraced him.
