Rihan was born in a quiet village nestled between rolling green hills, where life followed the same rhythm for generations. Farmers tended their fields, shopkeepers opened their stalls, and children played in the dusty lanes, dreaming of growing up to be just like their parents. But Rihan was different. He didn’t dream of plowing fields or running a shop. He dreamed of flying.
Ever since he was a boy, he had been captivated by the sight of birds soaring through the sky. While other children chased after kites, Rihan sat for hours watching the eagles glide effortlessly above. “If they can fly, why can’t I?” he often asked.
His father, a humble carpenter, would shake his head. “Dreams are good, Rihan, but don’t chase the wind. Some things are simply impossible.”
But Rihan wasn’t chasing the wind. He was chasing the sky.
The First Fall
At fourteen, he built his first flying machine. It was a simple thing—just a frame of bamboo, covered with fabric from old sacks, held together with twine. His friends gathered around, laughing as he climbed onto the roof of their school.
“You really think you can fly?” one of them mocked.
Rihan grinned. “Watch me.”
He leaped.
For a brief, heart-stopping moment, the contraption caught the air. It fluttered like a wounded bird, then crumpled. Rihan crashed into a haystack below, unharmed but humiliated. The village children roared with laughter. They called him the boy who plays with sticks.
But Rihan didn’t care. He dusted himself off and began again.
Years of Failure
As he grew older, his obsession only deepened. At sixteen, he spent every spare moment collecting scraps—wood from fallen trees, cloth from abandoned tents, and metal wires from broken bicycles. He studied how birds flapped their wings, how the wind carried kites, and how boats floated on water.
His father grew frustrated. “Rihan, we barely have enough to eat. You need to start thinking about your future.”
“This is my future,” Rihan insisted.
At eighteen, he attempted again. This time, he built a glider, lightweight and sturdy. He climbed to the highest hill in the village, his heart pounding. The entire village had gathered to watch. Some whispered prayers, fearing for his life. Others smirked, expecting another failure.
He took a deep breath, sprinted forward, and jumped.
For a glorious second, he felt the air beneath him, lifting him like an invisible hand. He was flying.
Then—a crack.
The left wing snapped. The glider twisted violently, sending him tumbling down into the river below.
The crowd gasped. His father rushed to the riverbank, pulling him from the water. Rihan coughed, drenched but grinning.
“I flew,” he whispered.
His father didn’t smile. “Enough, Rihan,” he said, his voice heavy. “It’s time to accept reality.”
But Rihan wasn’t ready to accept reality.
The Years of Struggle
Rejected by the village, Rihan left at twenty. He traveled to the nearest city, working as an apprentice in a mechanic’s shop. There, he learned about engines, aerodynamics, and how real machines worked. At night, he sketched designs, testing them in secret.
One day, his employer found his sketches. “You’re wasting your time, boy. No one from a village like yours will ever build something that flies.”
Rihan clenched his fists but said nothing. He had heard these words a thousand times before. But he had also learned something: Great dreams weren’t built on approval. They were built on determination.
For years, he saved money, gathering parts from scrapyards, collecting broken engines, and crafting a new design. Every failure was a lesson. Every mistake brought him closer.
By twenty-five, he had something new—a machine with a wooden frame, iron wheels, and an engine he had painstakingly assembled from discarded motorcycle parts. It wasn’t just a glider. This time, it had power.
The Flight That Changed Everything
He returned to his village. The children, now older, no longer laughed. The elders watched in silence. His father, now frail, stood at the edge of the crowd, his expression unreadable.
Rihan rolled out his machine—a strange-looking contraption, patched with metal and fabric, its propeller gleaming in the sun.
He climbed into the cockpit, his hands steady on the controls. He had failed a hundred times before, but this time, something felt different.
He started the engine. A loud roar filled the air. The machine trembled, then rolled forward on its makeshift runway. Faster. Faster.
Then, it lifted.
Gasps filled the crowd. Children pointed, mouths open in amazement. His father’s eyes widened.
Rihan soared above the village, the wind rushing against his face. He looked down at the people who had once laughed at him. Now, they were cheering.
He had done the impossible.
As he flew higher, he felt tears in his eyes. He had spent his whole life chasing the sky. And now, the sky had welcomed him.
He wasn’t just chasing the wind.
He had become it.
Moral of the story never give up at any situation at any cost . Because you become that what you want to be .
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