Aarav was the son of an auto-rickshaw driver, living in a cramped slum in Mumbai with his parents and younger sister. Their small hut barely had space for the four of them to sleep, but Aarav had big dreams. On his way to school, he would look at huge billboards with successful people and wonder if he could ever become like them. He loved studying and was always top of his class. Since he couldn’t afford books, he borrowed old ones from the library. Knowing his father worked tirelessly for their education, he never asked for anything unnecessary. Once, a speech competition was held at school, and Aarav won first prize. His voice had confidence, his words carried depth, and his eyes sparkled with passion. The principal helped him get a scholarship, allowing him to join a prestigious college. There, he met students who had everything — expensive phones, cars, and clothes. At first, Aarav felt inferior, but then he realized that the knowledge he had was more valuable than wealth. He immersed himself in studies, spending hours in the library, asking professors questions, and researching online. His hard work paid off — after graduation, he received a job offer from a top international company. It was the biggest day of his life. With his first salary, he bought his father a new rickshaw and a gold bangle for his mother. He never spent much on himself, but loved seeing his family happy. Later, he opened a small “Dream Center” in his old neighborhood, where he taught children every Sunday how to speak, write, and dream big. He believed, “Dreams are not what come in sleep, but what keep you awake.” Today, Aarav is a successful man, but his simplicity and struggle still define him. He proudly says, “I was born in a poor home, but my dreams were rich — and that’s what brought me here.”