Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, there lived a young boy named Rohan. Rohan loved nothing more than playing cricket with his friends on the dusty village pitch every Friday after school.
One Friday, as Rohan was walking home from the pitch, he stumbled upon a small seed lying on the ground. Curious, he picked it up and examined it closely. It was unlike any seed he had ever seen before - small and round, with a hard outer shell and a faint, sweet smell.
Rohan decided to plant the seed in his backyard and see what would grow. Every day, he watered it and tended to it with care. And sure enough, after several weeks, a small sprout emerged from the soil.
As the weeks passed, the sprout grew into a tall, strong tree with wide branches and lush green leaves. And every Friday, when Rohan played cricket with his friends, he would glance over at the tree and smile, knowing that he had helped bring something beautiful into the world.
Years passed, and Rohan grew up and moved away from the village. But every time he returned to visit his family, he would make a point to stop by the old cricket pitch and visit the tree that he had planted so many years ago.
