Ours is a world that we enter, not by our own accord, but by the willful acts of others, and varied are the circumstances that shape our lives. For some, a happy occasion because everything is planned and everything goes as planned. But for the vast majority, it’s a different affair. Their entrance has been willy-nilly, a chance occurrence at best. But be it a happy time, or otherwise, one common trait is shared by all entering this world. We are all travellers on a journey that’s never short of twists and turns, which in many ways strengthen our resolve for a better tomorrow.

Vinny was born in the countryside which was simply referred to as the country. Here, life goes by slowly, and the days are measured by the rising and setting sun. For three short years, Vinny attended primary school and then never saw the school door again, as the saying goes. A few months shy of his twelfth birthday, he frequently thought of the other children who were luckier than he was. From his yard, which looked more like an open space without a proper fence, he watched them pass on their way to school. They were a happy group joking among themselves. Vinny knew most of the boys, but they were too absorbed in their own lives to notice him…….