A poor boy wakes in the dark. His hard-working father, already up, drives him to school on an old motorcycle through the waking village, gives him a little money at the gate, and watches him go in as the sun comes up. No words. The whole story is told through light, faces, hands, and the road.
1. EXT. VILLAGE : PRE-DAWN (DARK)
Silence, then a rooster. Rooftops as black shapes against a deep blue sky. One window glows.
2. INT. HOUSE : PRE-DAWN
The FATHER is already awake, moving quietly by a single bare bulb, getting ready for the day. His hands are worn.
3. INT. HOUSE : CONTINUOUS
The BOY wakes on a thin mat. His eyes open in the dark. He sits up and folds his blanket with care.
4. INT. HOUSE : CONTINUOUS
He ties his worn school shoes: frayed laces, scuffed toes. He does it slowly and carefully.
5. EXT. YARD : BLUE TWILIGHT
The father wheels out the old motorcycle and kicks the starter. Nothing, then it coughs to life. The boy climbs on behind him.
6. EXT. LANE : CONTINUOUS
Father and son ride off together down the dirt lane, the boy holding on behind.
7. EXT. VILLAGE ROADS : DAWN (BLUE TO GOLD)
They ride through mist over the rice fields. The village wakes: a monk on his alms round, a vendor lighting a stove, someone sweeping. First sunlight touches them both.
8. EXT. SCHOOL : MORNING (WARM LIGHT)
They arrive. The boy climbs off. The father presses folded money, or food wrapped in cloth, into his hand: a quiet goodbye. The boy wais; the father gives a small nod.
9. EXT. SCHOOL : CONTINUOUS
The boy walks in with the other students. The father stays on the motorcycle and watches him go, until he disappears inside. A beat. He turns the bike around.