The Boy Who Listened to the WindEvery evening at exactly six, Aarav climbed the small hill behind his village and sat beneath an old neem tree. The villagers thought he came there to watch the sunset, but Aarav had a different reason.He listened to the wind.The wind, to him, was not just moving air. It was a storyteller. It whispered secrets through the grass, hummed lullabies through broken fences, and sighed softly as it brushed past his ears. Aarav believed the wind carried memories—from faraway lands, from forgotten people, from moments the world chose not to remember.One evening, the wind