Determination in running

The rain had wrapped Kapurthala in silence. Dark clouds stood stubborn above the city, and the sound of heavy drops hitting the balcony rails echoed through the early morning. While the world stayed asleep under blankets of comfort, one soul stood awake outside the gallery of his quarter — waiting, watching, determined. Every few seconds, he looked toward the road below. The wet streets glistened under the dim streetlights, trees danced with the storm, and the cool air carried the fragrance of fresh earth. Most people would call it a reason to skip the run. But for him, it was a test. A test of discipline. A test of commitment. A test between excuses and determination. With running shoes already tied, he stood there silently, not praying for the rain to stop forever — only waiting for one small chance. And then suddenly, the drops slowed. Without wasting even a second, he rushed down the stairs of the quarter like a warrior answering the battlefield call. The roads of Kapurthala welcomed him with cold winds and misty air. Every breath felt pure, fresh, alive. His feet touched the wet roads with purpose. Splash after splash, step after step, he moved forward. And deep inside his heart, only one promise echoed: Even if the rain returns again, I will not stop. Because real runners are not created on sunny mornings. They are born on stormy days — when comfort says stay, but determination says run.