Chapter 1: Arya’s ChildhoodThe first light of dawn in Gairatganj crept through the wooden windows of a small, modest home. Arya, the youngest of three brothers and two sisters, awoke to the sound of roosters and the faint creaking of the house. His body ached slightly from sleeping on the thin mat, but there was no time to rest. Life had always demanded effort from him, even as a child.His mother was already stirring in the kitchen, preparing the day’s meager breakfast of lentils and stale bread. Arya quietly helped, sweeping the floor and tidying the small room. Hunger tugged