The student

In the small, bustling town of Riverton, the birth of baby Aryan was a highly anticipated event. The sun shone brightly on the day he was born, casting a warm glow over the Riverton General Hospital. As Aryan let out his first cry, his parents, Priya and Raj, beamed with pride and joy. Their friends and family gathered around, each taking turns to peek at the tiny bundle of joy. "He has his mother's eyes," noted Raj's mother, her face glowing with excitement. "And his father's strong chin," added Priya's father, nodding approvingly. As the days turned into weeks, visitors poured in to meet the new arrival. Each brought gifts and, more importantly, their predictions for Aryan's future. "He'll be a brilliant doctor, just like his uncle," said Priya's sister, a stethoscope around her neck, as she cradled Aryan in her arms. "No, no, look at those hands! Perfect for an engineer," countered Raj's brother, an engineer himself, examining Aryan's tiny fingers with a critical eye. Priya and Raj listened, smiling at the affectionate banter. They knew every relative had their own dreams and aspirations for Aryan. "He'll be whatever he wants to be," Priya whispered to Raj one quiet evening, as Aryan slept peacefully between them. look how everyone says that he will become this or that.. he just born.. he is a baby.. what do you think is he will be able to stand for his opinion in future