Arjun had always known he was different. While other children ran and played under the warm sun, he sat quietly, staring at the sky, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
It started one night when he was ten. He dreamed of the river overflowing, carrying away the old bridge and the little market beside it. The next morning, he ran to the villagers.
"The river… it will flood tonight!" he shouted.
The villagers laughed. "Dreams are dreams, boy. Stop scaring people."
Arjun's heart sank, but he didn't give up. He watched as the sun set, holding his breath. Hours later, the river swelled. Water tore through the village, just as he had seen.
No one laughed anymore.
But neither did they thank him. Fear filled their eyes instead.
From that day, Arjun learned to keep his gift a secret. Every vision was a burden, every warning a curse. And yet… he could not stop seeing the future.
Sometimes, it was small—like an apple falling off a cart. Other times, it was enormous—like a fire consuming half the village.
Arjun realized one thing: knowing the future didn't make life easier. It made it lonely.
And yet… deep down, a spark of hope grew inside him. A vision of something brighter, somewhere beyond the village.
A vision of himself… finally happy