quote destiny : "The Wind’s Way"

 

Title: "The Wind’s Way"
“The wind may not know its direction, yet it always finds its destiny.” — Yammy

The early morning sun cast a soft orange glow across the dusty village of Velanthur. The houses were humble, the fields stretched wide, and the breeze carried with it the scent of soil, jasmine, and the unknown.

A boy named Thiru lived there — curious, quiet, and often found gazing at the sky. He had no great dreams, not because he didn’t want to, but because life had taught him not to expect too much. His father was a weaver, and his mother sold flowers. They worked hard, smiled through struggles, and told him that stability was more valuable than dreams.

But Thiru's heart was different. He often felt like the wind — moving, wandering, and not knowing where he was headed. He didn’t top his class. He didn’t shine in sports. He didn’t have a plan. While others rushed towards goals, Thiru drifted — drawing clouds on paper, fixing broken radios, and sitting for hours listening to strangers at the tea stall.

One day, a tourist family came to the village. The young daughter had broken her camera. As she sat crying, Thiru, watching from a distance, stepped forward. With calm fingers, he opened the back, rewired a few parts, and miraculously fixed it. The girl’s father, a filmmaker from Mumbai, watched in quiet awe.

“Who taught you this?” he asked.

Thiru shrugged. “No one. I just… like to know how things work.”

The man took his number. A month later, Thiru received a letter. It was an invitation to intern in a technical studio in the city. His parents hesitated — it felt like a dream too big for a boy like him. But Thiru, for the first time, felt something shift in his heart. Not confidence. Not ambition. Just a gentle nudge — like the wind that doesn’t know where it’s going, but moves anyway.

The city was loud, fast, and unforgiving. Thiru stumbled, failed, and often wanted to return. But every time he thought of quitting, he remembered the breeze that had no map, yet never stayed stuck. With time, he learned. He grew. He created.

Years passed. Today, Thiru is the chief technical designer for a major film studio. People call him a genius, a prodigy. But he only smiles. Because deep inside, he knows the truth — he never had a map. He was just the wind.

As he stood on stage one evening, accepting an award, he whispered into the mic, “The wind may not know its direction, yet it always finds its destiny.”

And the hall, for a moment, was filled not just with applause — but with quiet belief.