Aryan was overjoyed,after a hiatus of 10 years,he was coming back home.A small sleepy town,cut off from civilization is where his roots were.He was born and raised here,but knew his dreams lay in greener pastures.
He secured a scholarship and moved abroad.Today he was coming back home as a rich, famous man.The town was as sleepy as it used to be-the deserted roads,lack of facilities.
He could choose to spend time here with his family and go back to where his life was but a sense of duty beckoned.2 months later a convent school was inaugurated,every child could now live his dream.
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