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In a sunny village clearing, Hanuman rushes toward AnjanaHanuman who stands smiling warmly, arms open. Behind them, Elon steps from a gleaming silver rocket onto the grass, waving cheerfully.
Hanuman ran to his mother, eyes sparkling. “Mama, can I have a racing car?” Anjana gently smiled, “Toy cars are expensive, Hanuman.” Suddenly, a shiny rocket landed nearby with a gentle whoosh. Out stepped Elon, waving cheerfully. “Why not build our own car instead?” he suggested.
Beneath the broad mango tree in soft midday shade, Elon kneels beside Hanuman, pointing at fallen twigs and leaves. AnjanaHanuman stands behind them, beaming proudly, breeze lifting her hair.
Elon knelt beside Hanuman. “What makes a car move?” he asked. Hanuman thought hard. “Wheels! Body! Push!” he answered. “Let's find what we need under this mango tree!” Anjana beamed, ready for adventure.
Along the narrow dirt path in late-afternoon light, coconut shells, banana stalks, and a long vine lie scattered beside a small homemade car. Hanuman crouches excitedly, eyes wide, as Elon secures the vine while AnjanaHanuman steadies the wobbly vehicle.
Hanuman found coconut shells for wheels. Anjana gathered banana stalks for the body. Elon helped tie them all with a long vine. “Everything’s free!” giggled Hanuman. Together, they built a wobbly but wonderful little car. Hanuman wound it up and watched it zoom down the path.
At sunset on the grassy clearing, AnjanaHanuman kneels hugging Hanuman, both smiling toward Elon standing beside his sleek rocket. Golden light glints off the hull as Hanuman whispers upward, finger raised toward the twilight sky.
Elon smiled, “You built it by thinking from the basics!” Anjana hugged Hanuman. “Your ideas can take you anywhere.” Elon waved from his rocket, ready to leave. Hanuman whispered, “Next, let’s make a banana rocket!” Anjana and Elon laughed, dreaming right along with him.