Video - Whispers of Magic Beneath the Banyan

Under the towering banyan, Ashok whispered, "Watch this!" He flicked his wrist, and a tiny flame danced above his palm. Priya's eyes widened, her laughter a melody of wonder. "How?" she gasped, leaning closer. "Magic," he grinned, feeling the spark of joy he always sought. The village believed the tree was sacred, a bridge between worlds. Only Ashok knew its secret. As dusk painted the sky, they sat, cocooned in stories and dreams. The flame flickered, casting shadows that seemed alive. Priya leaned her head on his shoulder, contentment wrapping them like a warm blanket. The night deepened, but the magic lingered, a promise of endless adventures under the banyan's watchful branches.