The sun dipped low behind the green hills of Nepal, casting long shadows over the small river that wound through the valley. Rupesh stood at the water's edge, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He clutched a handmade fishing net, its fibers frayed from years of use. The weight of his family’s struggles pressed heavily on him, but he couldn’t back down now. “Rupesh!” Ganesh called, his voice strained. “We need to catch enough fish for the market tomorrow. We can’t fail again!” Rupesh turned, determination igniting in his eyes. “I know, Baba. We can do this. If we work together—” “Together?” Rupa scoffed, her hands on her hips. “We’ve tried that. The river is unforgiving this season. What makes you think today will be any different?” “Because I have a plan!” Rupesh shouted, frustration bubbling over. “If we use the current to our advantage, we can trap the fish. Just trust me!” Dikshya stepped forward, her brow furrowed. “But what if it doesn’t work? We’ll have nothing to eat.” Rupesh swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling in his chest. “I promise, if we don’t catch anything today, I’ll find a way to make it up to you. Just give me this chance.” Bishaksha watched from the bank, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Rupesh, please. You’re just a boy. This is too much to ask of you.” “I’m not just a boy!” he retorted, a fierce fire igniting within him. “I’m your brother, and I won’t let us drown in despair. We’ve fought too hard for too long!” Ganesh stepped forward, placing a hand on Rupesh's shoulder. “Then let’s do it. Show us your plan.” With a sudden whoosh, Rupesh tossed the net into the swirling water, his heart racing. “On three, pull!” The family rallied together, pulling with all their might. As the net emerged, a thrashing, silver flash shimmered against the fading sun, and the air filled with triumphant laughter. “We did it!” Rupesh cried, his spirit soaring. But the fight was far from over.
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