
The Wind Runner
By Prof. Jayanta Basak

08 Jun, 2024

Every morning, just as the sun peeked over the horizon, Leo would lace up his sneakers and set out on his run, his heart pounding with excitement.

Leo loved the feeling of the wind rushing past his ears, the rhythmic thud of his feet hitting the ground, and the way his breath synced with his strides.

As Leo sprinted through the village square, the villagers were just beginning to stir. He loved the peace and tranquility of these early morning runs.

One day, while on his usual run, he noticed a flyer advertising a regional running competition. His heart skipped a beat; this was his chance to show his passion.

Leo had never run in a competition before. He was nervous but excited. He knew he had to give it his best shot.

As Leo stood at the starting line, he could feel the eyes of the competitors on him. But he didn't let it intimidate him; he was ready.

The race started with the blast of a whistle. Leo took off like a shot, his heart pounding in his chest. He was determined to do his best.

Despite his best efforts, Leo was not in the lead. But he was not disheartened. He knew that running was not just about winning, it was about the joy of the run.

As Leo neared the finish line, he picked up his pace. He could hear the crowd cheering, their voices blending into a symphony of encouragement.

Leo crossed the finish line with a smile on his face. He had not won the race, but he had given it his all. And for Leo, that was what mattered the most.

When Leo returned to the village, he was greeted with cheers and applause. Even though he hadn't won, the villagers were proud of him for his spirit and determination.

Leo continued to run every morning, his passion for running undiminished. He knew that he would always be a runner, not because he wanted to win, but because he loved the run.