Chapitre 77: hope and aspirations
A Night to Remember
The event was far from over even as the performances came to an end. The air buzzed with chatter, laughter, and music playing softly in the background. People lingered, unwilling to let go of the warmth that had wrapped around them. Little groups formed everywhere—families exchanging stories, kids racing around with newly won prizes, and elderly neighbors reminiscing about how far the community had come.
Arjun stood at the edge of the playground, taking it all in. His gaze swept over the familiar faces—some filled with pride, others with hope, and many more with an unspoken sense of gratitude. This wasn't just another event. It was a celebration of dreams, of lives that had been transformed by collective effort and relentless belief.
His eyes landed on his mother, Meera, standing beside Priya and her family. He took a deep breath and made his way over, nodding and greeting people as he passed.
"Arjun!" Meera called out with a broad smile as soon as she saw him. "You've done it again, haven't you?"
"Done what, Maa?" Arjun teased gently, his eyes twinkling. "I just helped put this together. It's the kids and the volunteers who did all the hard work."
"Oh, don't be so modest!" Mrs. Singh interjected, her face glowing with pride. She stepped forward and clasped Arjun's hands. "If it wasn't for you, none of this would have been possible. My Priya—she would still be working long shifts somewhere, her dreams buried under the weight of our struggles."
Priya's mother's voice trembled slightly, and she looked around, as if trying to take in everything at once—the lights, the people, the joy on everyone's faces. "You didn't just support her, Arjun. You showed her—and everyone else—that they could dream big. You made them believe it was possible."
Arjun swallowed, feeling a rush of emotions. "Aunty, I just tried to give her a push in the right direction. Priya did the rest on her own. She has the talent and determination."
"But it's you who sparked that fire, beta," she insisted, her eyes moistening. "We all saw it. You gave these children hope. Before, no one thought beyond getting by each day. Now, they're talking about making films, becoming artists, doctors, teachers... This slum isn't what it used to be."
Meera reached over and placed a hand on Arjun's shoulder. "Your father always told me that we should never let our circumstances define us. I see him in you every day, in the way you lift others up and remind them of their potential. He would've been so proud."
"Thank you, Maa." Arjun's voice was thick, his heart heavy yet full. He turned to Priya's siblings, who were clustered around, smiling shyly. "And how about you three? Did you enjoy the event?"
"It was the best!" Rohan exclaimed, jumping up and down. "The skits were so funny, and didi's film was amazing. But…" He trailed off, glancing up at Arjun with wide, curious eyes. "What's going to happen after the film releases? Are you and didi going to be super busy?"
Arjun crouched down to their level, ruffling Rohan's hair. "We might be a little busier, but I promise we'll still make time for you all. You know why? Because you're the most important part of what we're doing."
Priya's little sister chimed in, her voice soft but filled with admiration. "Maa says you're like a big brother to everyone in the slum."
Arjun's smile softened. "Your mother's being kind, but I've only tried to do what I could. The real change-makers are all of you." He stood up, his gaze drifting over to the elders gathered nearby, their eyes watching him with a mixture of pride and wonder.
One of the older men, bent with age but sharp of mind, walked over slowly. He was a familiar figure—someone who had seen Arjun grow from a scrawny boy running around the lanes to a man who now stood tall, guiding others.
"Beta," the old man began, his voice slightly hoarse, "you've done something we never thought possible. Back in our day, people lived and died without hope. They were resigned to their fate. But look around you now." He gestured broadly to the lively crowd. "People have aspirations. They're dreaming. The youth have the courage to stand up and say, 'I want to be more.' And it's all because of you."
Arjun shook his head, humility evident in his expression. "No, Kaka, it's because of us. If we didn't stand together, nothing would've changed. The credit belongs to every person here who believed things could be different."
"Yes, but you were the one to show them that believing wasn't foolish," the old man insisted gently. "Sometimes, all it takes is one person to show the way."
There was a collective murmur of agreement from those nearby. The community members, many of whom had struggled with the harsh realities of life, looked at Arjun with a respect that words couldn't capture.
"Imagine if you hadn't come back after your first success," a woman from the crowd said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Imagine if you'd just moved away like so many do, forgetting where you came from. What would've happened to our children? To Priya? To all those young ones who now have dreams in their hearts and fire in their eyes?"
Arjun's gaze dropped to the ground. The thought of abandoning his roots had never crossed his mind, but hearing their words—feeling the weight of their gratitude and their unwavering belief in him—was overwhelming.
"I stayed because I couldn't leave," he said softly, raising his head to meet their eyes. "This place, these people… it's who I am. You all made me who I am. So as long as I'm here, I'll keep doing everything I can to lift us up."
A ripple of applause spread through the gathering, and for a moment, Arjun simply stood there, letting the warmth of the community's embrace wash over him. This wasn't about one person's achievements. It was about unity, shared dreams, and the strength that came from supporting one another.
As the night wore on, people lingered, unwilling to leave the glow of hope that radiated around them. Laughter and conversations filled the air, children played, and families shared meals together, the joy of the evening a testament to how far they had come.
Arjun finally made his way back to his mother, who stood waiting for him with open arms. He leaned into her embrace, feeling like a child again—safe, loved, and whole.
"I'm so proud of you," Meera whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd. "Not just for the films, or the fame, but for what you've done here. You gave them something no one else did—belief in a better future."
"And I couldn't have done it without you, Maa," Arjun replied, his voice breaking slightly. "You're the one who taught me to never give up, to keep pushing, no matter what."
She cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with an unshakeable love. "You've made me prouder than I ever thought I could be. Your father… he would've been speechless."
Arjun nodded, taking a deep breath. "There's still a lot to do, Maa. But with people like Priya, her family, and everyone here, I know we can make it happen."
Meera smiled, her gaze softening as she looked out at the people still milling around. "Yes, beta. Together, we can."
As they stood there, surrounded by the echoes of laughter, the shared smiles, and the countless lives that had been touched by his unwavering dedication, Arjun felt a quiet resolve settle within him. The journey was far from over, but with the support of his community and the strength of their shared dreams, he knew that no hurdle was too high, no dream too distant.
For now, though, he allowed himself to bask in this moment—a night filled with hope, love, and the belief that change, no matter how slow or challenging, was possible when everyone stood together.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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