The train screeched to a halt at the village station, and Rudra stepped onto the platform, taking in the nostalgic sights and sounds of his childhood home. The sun cast a warm glow, welcoming him back after 15 long years. As he looked around, he spotted his family eagerly waiting for him.

“Rudra!” His mother, Nandini, rushed toward him, her face alight with joy. She wrapped him in a tight embrace, holding him as if afraid he might disappear again. “My son, you’ve changed so much,” she said, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes. “But you’re still my Rudra.”