Problem Child
*Reader discretion advised* The winds were strong outside. So strong that their presence was gallantly announced by creaking windows and shattering panes. Aspens sang songs to calm the winds down, but it was of no use. Man would have been scared to death two thousand years ago, but now he sat comfortably in a heated room, sondering and pondering on lives of others, more so than his own. But these were winds of change, bringing in the winter, and they were to be respected at all costs. Their identity was forged by nature billions of years ago; no mortal epoch could dare disgrace them. Man had become the master of every corner from space to sea; from art to discovery. And yet a tiny glimpse outside through a pin-hole would reveal how puny his existence is and how much more there is to know, beyond daily scuffles over petty meticulousness. But blinded by greed and apathy this problem child achieves nothing but scattered blood and