Once upon a time, in a small town by the sea, there lived a little boy named Abdul.
Every morning, before the sun woke up, Abdul would too. He would pick up a bundle of newspapers, still smelling of fresh ink, and run through quiet streets, delivering them door to door.
His feet moved quickly but his eyes were always somewhere else.
Up. In the sky.
He watched birds glide freely and wondered, “How do they fly?”
Sometimes, after finishing his work, he would sit by the shore, staring at the endless blue above him. He didn’t have toys, or fancy things but he had questions. And big dreams.
Years passed.
The little boy who once sold newspapers began building things that could fly higher than birds — rockets.
And one day, he didn’t just reach the sky.
He helped a whole country reach for it.
And that boy… grew up to become the President of India.
Soft ending:
That night, as you look up at the sky, remember—
even the smallest dream can grow as big as the sky itself.