The Winner

 

 

A deaf and dumb he was as from early age he came in an  attack  of a dark disease that seized his valuable power to listen on and valuable power to talk on. But he was in eager to read and write but when he came to the school, many resources of difficulties he faced could not overcome. In the bright morning he was sitting on a bare hard breast of stone under the green shade of tree taking a lovely breath from the air. He sat receiving a painful hole in his heart. A piece of stone suddenly was  fallen on him making a deep and dark hurt on him ,especially on the head of him from which a flow of blood kept floating and created a cause to get lose of his sense. With his wide opened mouth and closed eyes he made a place for him on the floor. He was lying down on the stony and cliffy breast of road where a pinch of solace was not found properly giving a complete treatment on his injury that bled blood, so much. Simply people of the street did not show any concern of help to him, so simply he did not get any response in his sense. The day  was not leading as a good and clean day as some clouds above the head in the sky made a start to blow with their attempt to roar highly. A storm reached with its high speed and touched him hardly and in that vibration of storm miraculously he got his sense and giving a force on his body and energy he walked down on the road with a blood stain dress. But storm of the day blogged his walk on the straightway. He again fell down on the road but not losing his determination in the mind, for which, he became capable to rise himself.

A long walk was left to him. All shops kept their doors of the shops still close; some of the stationery shops were in half closed. He tried to get a little bit of shelter on the premise of the shop but contradiction came to him when the shopkeeper threw him from his premise enforcing him to drive out. He walked again with his reception of fear. It was the sudden that a small boy of five years old belonged to the rich cast lost his parents and every possible way to chase the storm for reaching home. That poor small boy got a struggle under the shiver attack of the storm. In front of his age his struggle was so bigger than him. The storm snatched his power of body, giving a shiver shake on it seized his power to breath frequently and blogging his walk made him to fall keeping away its sense.

Johan, deaf and dumb boy in spite of his inability to listen and talk could guess the pain of lone boy. He took boy gently pulling his dress and placed him on his arm and like a mad he gave a search on getting a trace of the boy's house, but he did not get a positive reply from his search, so he taking the boy sat under the shade of the house in which nobody did call him to take shelter inside the house. In that condition he developed a stretch of his small piece of hanky and placed it on the surface of his face. Creating an uncertain safety they sat under the shade of the home., from them there was no sound , no piece of sonorous noise came from them. When one hour was gone , the demonic dance of the storm was gone from the land. Seeing that he came out from the shade and the little boy got a return back his sense in his body that was previously directed to go lapse. The boy kissed him certainly, touched him gently and pulled toward the home of him. Johan made his victory to give a life to his safety place composing a line of relief to the boy's parents who were turned into stone with their grief.