A boy figures out what he was destined to do. The cloudy smoke of ifs and buts became clear in some moments. Listen to this story inspired by art of Abhishek Yadav. follow him on instagram @abhishekyadavevo

Though I was never raised in my village, I still feel attached to our ancestral house in Pauri Garhwal. I feel sad that we had to leave it completely unattended due to the circumstances that were at our hands long ago. I see my parents and my relatives worried about our home and our touch with our native place in Uttarakhand. Like my family, I see a lot of people facing the same guilt of leaving their house to live a life in the city. I think we need to understand that it is OKAY! Don't blame each and everyone who left their gaon/village. Rather, we need to keep our intentions true. We need to make sure, we keep the dream alive in our soul. The dream to go back once again and build our old houses, do something for our Uttarakhand, our Pahaad, our Ghaur! With this hope, I have written this short poem and used the basic video editing skills I had to create this video, do share and inspire people to keep their hope alive because hope sows the seeds of scope. isn't it?

Happy Uttarkhand Diwas to everyone! Main Pahaadi Hu aur aap bhi!

Ajay spends a night on the terrace due to a major electrical fault. While having his cigarette in his hideout in the dark he is surprised with an unexpected company!