In a small town bordered by a thick, whispering forest, two boys lived lives that couldn't be more different. Raonak, silent and withdrawn, kept his distance from others. His eyes always carried the weight of sorrow, as if he had already lost something precious. He lived alone in a quiet house, often staring at the stars, thinking of places far away.
Sumit, on the other hand, was a storm—quick to anger, full of energy, always looking for an adventure. He argued with everyone, yet somehow made friends easily. His heart longed for unknown places, for treasure maps and wild escapes.
They were both only 8 years old, but life had made them old inside.
One day, during a school outing to the forest, Raonak walked deeper into the trees to escape the noise. Sumit, arguing with a group of kids, angrily stomped away in another direction. Neither of them noticed how far they’d gone—until the forest went silent.
No birds. No wind. Just a strange hum in the air.
A sudden flash of white light engulfed them. The ground shook. When they opened their eyes, the trees were taller, the skies a shade of purple, and glowing orbs floated gently in the air. They had crossed into another dimension—a world that pulsed with magic and mystery, far more beautiful than anything they had ever seen.
They found each other near a crystal-blue river. At first, they avoided eye contact, their habits holding them back. But in this strange place, they were all each other had. Hunger, fear, and curiosity pushed them to talk.
Sumit was the first to speak:
“Lost, huh? Great. This is your fault.”
Raonak didn’t reply, but tears welled up in his eyes.
“…Hey, I was just joking, okay?” Sumit softened. “What’s your name?”
“Raonak,” he whispered.
Days passed. They wandered through shimmering fields, cities made of floating stones, and forests where the trees whispered memories. They faced creatures made of shadows, and a river that showed their pasts like mirrors. They had to rely on each other—Raonak’s calmness and intuition, Sumit’s courage and impulsiveness—to survive.
Sumit learned not to get angry so quickly. Raonak began to speak more. Slowly, a bond formed.
One night, they found an ancient tree glowing in gold. A voice echoed:
“Only true friendship can unlock the path home.”
Suddenly, they were pulled into a vision—showing their fears. Raonak saw the moment he lost his parents in a car accident. He had always blamed himself. Sumit saw his father walking away forever, and that’s why he never trusted anyone fully.
The boys held each other’s hands tightly.
Raonak said, “You don’t have to be angry to be strong.”
Sumit said, “You don’t have to be alone to be safe.”
The tree bloomed brighter, and a portal opened.
As they stepped through, they returned to the normal forest—no time had passed. But they were no longer the same. They walked back to school together, side by side, without a word.
From that day on, Raonak started smiling. He would wait for Sumit at the school gate every morning. And Sumit? He still got angry sometimes—but never at Raonak.
They had found something in that world more magical than any dimension—a true friend.