He was pushed behind the walls because he couldn’t do anything. He was stopped at the doors because a useless human deserve no invitation. He always fancy arts and singing was his passion but he was told about his failure frequently. He failed and failed several times yet, he has no regrets. He quenched his thirst in solitude, his fingers running through the strings, his voice, inaudible yet, every thing around him feel the rhythm of his music. He was now the center of attention, for every little thing danced around him following the pattern, high on tempo, playing it to the beat. He was the winner at that night, A winner who has no competitor.