In a small village stood an old banyan tree. Beneath its wide shade, children often gathered — some with torn books, some with none at all. They longed to learn, but the nearest school was miles away.

One day, a group of village youths noticed this. Instead of complaining about what wasn’t there, they decided to build something with what they had. Each of them brought one book, a notebook, or even scraps of paper. They painted a wooden box and placed it under the banyan tree.

They called it “The Little Library.”

Every evening, the youths would sit with the children — teaching alphabets, drawing shapes, singing rhymes. Slowly, the children began to shine: a girl who once herded goats now dreamed of becoming a teacher, a boy who sold fruits started writing poems.

It wasn’t a grand school, nor was it perfect. But it was a chance. And sometimes, a chance is all a child needs to change their tomorrow.

The youths had proved that when the young stand with children, no dream is too small, and no child is left behind.