Ek chhote se gaon mein Aryan naam ka ek ladka rehta tha. Uska bachpan bahut gareebi mein bita, lekin uski aankhon mein bade sapne the. Wo hamesha sochta tha, "Kya meri zindagi kabhi badlegi?"
Sangharsh ka Daur
Aryan ne shehar jaakar ek badi company mein naukri shuru ki. Shuruat mein use bahut thokar khani padi. Kabhi paise khatam ho jaate, to kabhi log uska mazak udate. Ek raat, thak-haar kar wo park ki ek bench par baitha tha. Tabhi ek buzurg aadmi uske paas aaye aur bole:
"Beta, zindagi us behti nadi ki tarah hai jo raste ke pattharon se darti nahi, balki unhe ghis kar apna rasta bana leti hai."
Safalta aur Seekh
Aryan ne haar nahi maani. Usne din-raat mehnat ki aur 10 saal baad wo usi company ka bade pad par pahunch gaya. Uske paas paisa, shohrat aur izzat sab tha.
Lekin ek din, use pata chala ki uske purane dost aur parivar usse door ho chuke hain kyunki wo kaam mein itna mashgool tha ki rishton ko waqt dena bhool gaya. Tab use samajh aaya ki 'Zindagi' sirf tarakki ka naam nahi hai, balki apno ke saath bitaaye huye palon ka naam hai.