first and last part

He grew up under its light, played in its shadow, and shared every secret with it. For little Piklu, the old street lamp wasn't just metal and light it was his best friend, his only listener, his whole world.

Years passed. Life took away everything his father, his mother, even his childhood. But the lamp post stayed. It watched him grow, struggle, and survive in the same small corner of the world.

And one day, when Piklu tried to give something back to the only friend who never left... fate took him too.

Now, they say if you pass that lonely street at night, you might still hear a little boy laughing under the dim glow of the lamp post.
Was it just the wind? Or did the lamp post finally learn how to cry?