In a quiet village wrapped in sunshine and songs of birds, lived two children—Aby and Joyal. Aby was curious and quick, always with a book in her hand and a question on her lips. Joyal, on the other hand, was quiet and thoughtful, with a love for painting and a heart full of dreams.
They met under an old mango tree near the river that separated their homes. Aby had dropped her book in the water, and Joyal, without thinking twice, jumped in to save it. Soaked and laughing, they sat under the tree, flipping through wet pages and discovering a friendship neither had expected.
From that day on, the mango tree became their place. Aby would tell stories, and Joyal would draw them in his sketchbook. They built a little wooden bridge with old planks and rope—nothing fancy, but it held strong, just like their bond.
One summer, a storm swept through the village. The bridge broke, and the mango tree lost a few branches. For days, neither Aby nor Joyal came. But on the fifth day, they returned—each with tools and determination. Together, they rebuilt the bridge, stronger than before.
