The Lost Kite

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Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between hills, there lived a boy named Aarav. He was known for his love of flying kites. Every morning, as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, Aarav would run to the open field with his colorful kites. His favorite kite was a big, blue one that shimmered in the sunlight.

One windy afternoon, Aarav went to the field to fly his beloved kite. The wind was perfect, and the kite soared high into the sky. But suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept the kite out of his hands. It flew farther and farther away, higher than Aarav had ever seen it go.

Aarav ran after it, but the kite was already too high and too far. He felt a little sad but didn’t give up. He asked everyone in the village for help, and the villagers searched together. Just when Aarav was about to lose hope, an old man with a white beard approached him.

"Don’t worry, child," said the old man, smiling. "Sometimes, things are meant to fly away to remind us that there’s more to life than what we can hold onto."

Aarav thought for a moment. He realized that the kite might be lost, but the joy of flying it had brought him a day of happiness. He smiled back at the old man, feeling peaceful.

From that day on, Aarav kept flying new kites, but he always remembered the lesson the old man had taught him: that sometimes, it's okay to let go.