All his life, he had dreamt of that one opportunity. He knew that he had it in him. The all knew that he had it in him. They never supported his vague ideas as they knew that in his try to capture them, he shall dwindle in the imperfectness of this world. But this, they never had told him; and this, he would never have understood in the warmth of his youth. How changed was he today! How mature! But today, the world witnessed his triumph over the world unjust. He had proved his mettle and was to present his works he had composed over the years. All those people who termed his ideas unclear were there for him today. They took full pride in his success. His father gave him a pat at his back that gave the reminder of the first pat he had received at his back in his life at his first verse. How happy was he that day but how miserable had they made him by all that discouragement. Yet, he was there. If he was there that day and then all the other days of his life when he was in pain, where was he today? He raced through the directory and gave him a call. He dropped the phone. "Someone needs me. I shall not address today." What the world termed insanity was the appreciation for the passion of companionship.