The Dreamer in a Small Town
Aryaa sat on the worn-out chair in the corner of his one-room house, the faint hum of a flickering lamp casting shadows on the cracked walls. It was late, the only sound in the room the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. Outside, the small town of Rajpur slept, its narrow streets silent under the glow of the dim streetlights. But Aryaa wasn’t asleep. He was creating.
His room, though cramped and cluttered with books and discarded tech parts, felt like his sanctuary. It wasn’t much—a single bed, a table barely large enough for his laptop, and the old wooden shelves filled with textbooks and the few gadgets he could salvage from old, broken machines. Yet, for Aryaa, it was enough.
He had always been drawn to technology. Ever since he was young, he’d been the kid who could take apart a broken radio and put it back together, the one who spent hours tinkering with discarded smartphones, learning how they worked, and imagining a future where he could create something of his own.
"Dream big, Aryaa," his father would say, his voice rough from a long day at the local factory. "You can do anything you set your mind to."
But Aryaa's father didn’t know that their modest home, with its peeling walls and creaky floorboards, didn’t exactly scream "dream big." It was a constant reminder of the financial struggles that defined their lives. His father worked long hours for little pay, his mother took on part-time jobs, and Aryaa—well, Arya had to figure out a way to break the cycle.
He wasn’t content to stay here forever. Aryaa knew education was the only way out. But with a heart full of ambition and a mind overflowing with ideas, he faced an obstacle that seemed insurmountable: money.
"How am I ever going to make it?" Aryaa wondered aloud, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. His eyes flickered to the calendar on the wall—a reminder of the application deadline for the prestigious BTech program at one of the top engineering colleges in the country.
But there was no money. No way to pay the fees.
Still, Aryaa refused to let the thought of failure settle in his chest. He had to try. He had to believe that somehow, something would work out. If he could just get into that college, he could change everything. He just needed a chance.
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