Aman lived in a small village in Kathua. He loved nature—trees, birds, and open fields were his friends. Every morning, he walked outside to feel the fresh air and hear the birds sing.
One day, he saw a narrow path near his house. It was new to him, just grass pushed down by someone or something. He decided to follow it. The path took him through tall trees and past a small stream. The sun shone softly, and the wind felt cool on his face.
After walking a little, he found a tiny pond hidden in the forest. The water was clear, and fish swam in it. Around the pond, flowers grew—yellow, red, and white. A bird sat on a branch and watched him. Amandeep smiled and sat down by the water. He felt happy and calm.
He stayed there for a while, listening to the quiet sounds—the water, the birds, the leaves moving. It was his special place now. When the sun started to go down, he walked back home. He didn’t tell anyone about the pond. It was his secret.
That night, Aman looked out his window at the dark forest. He knew he would go back to the pond soon. Nature was his home, and the pond was his treasure.
