"The Aravalis? They're to the west... you should reach them by dawn."One of the women pointed toward the faint silhouette of the mountains, barely visible against the dusk.
"Here, take some ber for your journey," she said, offering a small handful of the wild fruit.
The boy thanked the group of women as they made their way home from the fields.
He glanced down at his new clothes — such a contrast to the tattered ones he used to wear. Perhaps he'd bought them with the few coins he had managed to earn.
Turning toward the west, he began walking toward the setting sun.
"Maybe I'll reach there by night," he murmured.
With every step, his determination deepened — a strange mix of hope and unease tightening his breath. The mountains rose in the distance, their height hinting at the challenges that awaited him.
His clothes fluttered in the evening wind, a symbol of his newfound freedom.
Perhaps a new chapter was unfolding — one that might change this world's perspective forever.