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  🎤 KHITAB-E-SWAR ~ Your Voice, Your Victory From a Dream to a Roar: The Journey So Far What started as a whisper is now echoing across borders. KHITAB-E-SWAR—a celebration of voices, confidence, and raw talent—has grown beyond being just an event. It’s a movement. A platform where voices rise, hearts connect, and stories unfold. 📌 Phase Zero: The Spark of Planning Every legendary event starts with a dream—ours was bold, inclusive, and divine. PRATIGYA-Ek Nayi Soch, in collaboration with Dera Baba Hari Shah Ji Amboa Darbar, envisioned KHITAB-E-SWAR to give wings to youth voices in the age groups 8-17 and 18-30. The mission? Not just to hold a competition, but to create a stage for: > "Empowering through expression and uniting through storytelling." From late-night brainstorming sessions to crafting unique categories, every detail was stitched with soul and strategy. Sponsors were approached, collaborators joined hands, and the blueprint for something extraordinary was dr...

"The Day the Swing Sang Red" — A Poem for Young Ayaan In a field where laughter flew with the breeze, Where swings danced under sunlit trees, A boy named Ayaan, just seven and small, Walked with dreams, unaware of the fall. The swing was empty, the chain was tight, It moved like a whisper, then struck like a fight. A clash of metal and tender skin, A gush of blood rolled down his chin. No scream escaped his trembling lips, Just clutched his head with fingertips. Yet through the blur, his voice stayed clear, “Don’t tell my mum — it’ll bring her fear.” What heart, what strength in such young eyes! While the wound bled, his love did rise. They rushed him fast to the doctor’s place, But needles made him hide his face. He turned away, unsure, afraid, Till his father came and gently laid A hand of calm upon his own — “Fear not, my lion. You’re not alone.” Eight stitches deep, the pain was real, Yet not a whimper did he reveal. At home, he wore a silent grace...

🕊️ Aachman: The Boy Who Let Go, and Rose On a staircase soaked in rain and rush, A boy ran down with a comic’s hush. Laughter danced upon the wall, Then silence fell… and so did he — a sudden, fateful fall. His hand reached out, too late to flee, One finger caught where eyes can’t see. The railing clutched, but didn’t forgive, And in that snap — his tenth had no will to live. No doctor’s blade, no surgeon’s knife, Just one slip changed his life. They rushed him in with tearful eyes, But not a tear fell from his skies. For Aachman, just in Class Six then, Spoke not like boys — but braver men. > “It’s just a finger,” he softly said, “My dreams, my smile — they’re all still ahead.” Two long surgeries, nights turned slow, Yet not once did he let sadness show. He drew with nine, he learned anew, He wrote, he played, he grew and grew. He told his friends who feared the pain, > “Fall down, but get up again. I may be scarred, but I am free — Courage lives inside ...

  🌟 Aachman and the Finger He Let Go 🌟 A True Story of Courage, Pain, and the Unshakable Spirit of a Class 6 Boy Some stories don’t begin with fairy tales. Some begin with a fall — and a choice to rise. Aachman Puri, a bright and playful Class 6 student, never imagined his ordinary day would turn into something unforgettable. It was just another afternoon — the kind where comic books waited on sofas and dreams lived in cricket bats. Aachman was hurrying down the stairs, laughter echoing in the background. But then, in a single slippery moment, he fell. And everything changed. In the chaos of the fall, his right little finger got caught between the stair railing above. What followed was a pain too sharp for words, and a silence too deep for a child to understand. By the time help arrived, the finger was gone — not because doctors removed it, but because the accident had taken it away in a blink. His parents rushed him to the hospital. Two surgeries followed — not to remove, but to...

 🌟 Ayaan’s Brave Day: When Courage Came Before Tears In the vibrant chaos of a Class 2 playground, where laughter bounces off monkey bars and tiny feet race with joy, little Ayaan Puri was just enjoying another ordinary school day. But life had something unexpected in store. While walking past the swing set, Ayaan was suddenly hit — bam! — by an empty swing pushed recklessly by a classmate. It struck him hard, just above the left ear. In an instant, blood began trickling down his neck. The pain was real. The shock, even more. But what happened next showed a different kind of strength — not the kind found in muscles, but the kind tucked quietly inside a big heart. Despite the searing pain and the fright of the moment, Ayaan didn’t cry out for help. Instead, he looked up at his teacher and made a quiet, grown-up request: “Please don’t tell my mother. She’s not well... this will worry her.” That one line melted hearts. Here was a little boy, hurt and bleeding, yet more concerned abou...