The early morning sun bathed the fields of Khalsi in a soft golden light, and Rohan stood at the edge of the village, watching as the clouds of dust kicked up by children running barefoot down the narrow paths swirled around them. It was a familiar scene, one that had remained unchanged in the years since Rohan had been one of those boys, racing through the fields with a heart full of dreams and the feeling of endless possibility. But today, the sight held a special meaning.
One of those boys—one of the many Rohan had once mentored through his foundation—was about to become the village's first Olympian.
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