Every morning at exactly 6:00 AM…
a small barefoot boy stood alone in the school ground.
In a quiet village lived a poor little boy named Aman.
His school was closed for winter holidays.
But every morning, Aman still came to the empty school ground.
He stood in front of the tall flagpole.
He placed his tiny hand on his forehead.
And saluted the Indian flag.
Silently.
People passing by noticed him.
“Why does he come here every day?”
they whispered.
One old tea seller finally asked him.
“Son, school is closed.
Why do you still salute the flag?”
Aman smiled softly.
“My father taught me,” he said.
“He said the flag is not just cloth.
It is our pride.”
“Where is your father now?”
the man asked gently.
Aman’s eyes filled with tears.
“He was a soldier.
He died at the border last year.”
The old man froze.
“My father used to salute the flag every morning,”
Aman continued.
“So now I do it for him.”
On 26th January morning…
The whole village gathered at the school ground.
They had heard Aman’s story.
The headmaster raised the flag.
When the national anthem played…
Aman stood in front.
Saluting.
Crying.
The villagers joined him.
That morning…
a little boy taught an entire village
what real patriotism means.
🌟 MORAL
True patriotism lives in simple hearts, not in loud words.
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