The village boy

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…By the end of the day, Arun’s arms were laden with small gifts, tokens of appreciation from his fellow villagers. There was no grand prize money, no solution to their financial troubles. But as he walked home, the bread warm in his hands, the wooden bird tucked into his pocket, Arun realized that he had won something far more valuable. He had brought joy. He had brought laughter. He had made his family smile, and in doing so, he had found a talent he never knew he possessed – the gift of making the world a little brighter, one clumsy stumble at a time. The grumpy old man’s frown on the wall of his room suddenly seemed to be smiling.