The Boy who Mastered Storms

“Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.”
-JOHN DONNE

No matter how hard the wind blew, the boy harnessed it well. He was always an exuberant child of his parents; they never had a time to sneak away their eyes from him for he always had a story to narrate, be it a mischievous one or the one about his passion of living a life with music. He was blooming amidst the wilderness of his age; nothing could stop him from achieving what he wanted. Despite the fact that his grade card was not a healthy one, but it didn’t bother him much. As his dreams started taking its first flight, the wings of his dreams were ripped off, the wind no…