Prologue: It is story time
Once upon a time like how every story starts there was a boy who was solo on his path, he needed someone to have his heart... lost in the jungle of outsmarts, he was confused, he was scared, didn't know where to go with this big baggage, he ran from his life, he ran away but when he got there from where he starts again... the end', the storyteller interrupted by a young man.
'But sir cant you tell us in more detail', the young man asks.
'Yeah! This is the short love story I have ever come across', a woman from the crowd snaps at the storyteller.
'Hey there! Woman it was a sonnet not a love story', the storyteller fumed.
Everyone in the crowd started screaming at the storyteller, they wanted a love story to hear not a rhyming speller. That old man with a long wavy beard calm everyone down and ask for some time to gather.
The wrinkles on his forehead got deeper in definition, he put his palm on his chin to show a gesture of thinking. The old man cleans his throat and smile like a sunshine on a bad weather.
'Well, then fasten your seats it will be a hell of a ride and don't be cocky this will be very wide', the storyteller merrily.
