In a quiet mountain village named Bhoolgarh lived a 17-year-old boy named Somansh, known for his kindness. He had an extraordinary memory and could recall every path, shortcut, and hidden trail across the mountains. His two closest friends were Hritik and Sandesh.
Hritik was helpful and almost 16 years old. He was famous for his good body and stunts. He loved helping others, often carrying heavy bundles for villagers or rescuing stray goats that wandered too far up the cliffs. His stunts like climbing tall pine trees in seconds were admired by children and grown-ups alike. On the other hand Sandesh was adventurous. He had a curious mind, always dreaming of exploring new routes or finding hidden caves. His courage made him the one to crack a joke even in dangerous times, easing the fear of those around him.
It was an ordinary morning, rain drops began to fall. People thought it was just another shower. But as the clouds darkened, the rain turned heavy, and the sky seemed to press down upon the earth. The peaceful village, with its pine trees, small houses, and bustling market, began to grow uneasy.
As people were home sitting and carrying on their routine life, waiting for the rain to stop. The black clouds gathered over the valley. Now they were scared and were beginning to worry as it started to rain heavily.
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet. At first, it was a faint vibration, like the distant rumble of thunder. Then came a roar- deep, crashing, unstoppable. Huge boulders tumbled down the mountainside, smashing everything in their path. The villagers gasped as pine trees, once tall and graceful, were torn from the earth and dragged along like twigs. The sky seemed to darken further as clouds of dust and mud rose into the air. Children cried, animals bolted in fear, and people huddled inside their homes, praying for safety. When the noise finally began to fade, the once familiar roads were buried under mud, rock, and broken trees. The lifeline between Bhulgarh village and Jhulgarh village had been completely severed.
He, Hritik and Sandesh decided to trek to Jhulgarh village to provide necessary supplies and help them as much as possible. They started their trek in the morning, but it was still raining and everything was wet and slippery. They began the hike but as everything was wet, they went slow. Every step was a struggle. While they were hiking the mountains, a boulder slipped on which Jeeyan had rested his feet. He was about to slip when Somansh and Sandesh caught his hand in time. Hritik’s face turned pale before he managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, brothers."
They tied ropes to steady themselves and trudged on. Unfortunately the rain increased and the visibility was very poor. It made climbing harder but they were determined to help Jhulgarh village. When fear threatened to creep in, Sandesh kept their spirits alive. “Imagine the stories we’ll tell once this is over!” he laughed, his voice cutting through the storm. Hritik, strong as ever, carried the heaviest bundles without complaint. Somansh led the way, recalling every safe trail from memory.
Soon after hours of struggle they reached the village. The faces of the people lit up after seeing them. The food and medicines were distributed. The boys helped clear blocked paths, comforted the frightened, and worked until everyone had enough to survive.
That day, Somansh, Hritik, and Sandesh were hailed as the saviors of the village. The elder placed his hand on their heads and said, “Your courage will be remembered for generations.”
And from that day forward, the three friends were no longer just boys from a quiet mountain village- they were heroes of the valley.
