Author : Anonymous
Mahito was sixteen, quiet and introverted. He walked into his 11th grade school in Delhi,
Carrying the weight of life that had never been easy. Poverty shadowed every step he
took. His body was weak, one leg barely worked, and his voice was thin, almost childlike.
Students oticed everything. Some whispered. Some laughed some…bullied him
One day when he was going to school, four students, pretending to be his friends,
Waited for him.
"Hey, Mohito! Say something today!" one called, smirking.
He forced a smile. In front of them, he pretended to be a friend—noding, laughing when
They laughed but he knew the truth; they weren't his friends. They only used the word
Because it was easier than ignoring him completely.
"Why do you even talk like that? Sounds like baby!" one sneered.
"Are you… maybe gay?" another added,
in the front of whole class, whole class laughing
Cruelly.
Mohito froze. Memories rushed back—his parents shouting, his father beating his mom brutally, the helplessness of watching them fight, the tension that had followed him his entire
Life.
He said "no… i am not a joke. I am not gay. You are the weak ones, laughing at someone
Powerless".
After that one of them said "you bullshit".
another one "you big ass".
and end up beat him.
After that he ran–-limping past the school gates, past the laughing voices—until he ruins at the edge of town, a forgotten place where the winds whispered through broken walls. There,
He collapsed, tears streaming freely.
*I will not stay weak. I will become strong. I will succeed. I will never be humiliated like this again, he thought, feeling a spark of determination.*
Hours later, Mohito returned home. His mother was out working, and when she came back, he nervously asked,
"mom… can you change my school?"
She glared at him, sharp and cold.
"We don't have the money, Mahito," she said.
"We've already spent so much on this school. Do you think I can just move you because you're unhappy?"
She took a sharp breath.
"I got a call from your teacher. You ran away from school. Why, Mahito? You're already weak in studies."
Mahito lowered his head.
"I… I just didn't feel well," he said softly.
"So please… forgive me."
Her words cut and deep, but inside mojito, the fire only grew. Today had been painful. But one day, he would rise above all.
The next morning, Mahito woke up… not in his weak body.
Everything felt different. The air felt cleaner. His limbs… longer, stronger. He stretched and caught his reflection in mirror.
Tall handsome. Richly dressed. Every feature perfect, every muscle toned. His weak, timid self had vanished.
*What… what happened?* Mahito thought,
heart racing. He remembered yesterday—his anger, his tears, his scream to god. He had cursed the heavens, demanded answers… and now, somehow he was someone else.
A new body. A new life. And a new chance to become stronge, unstoppable, and successful.
Mahito smiled—a small, confident smile. This time, nothing would stop him.
He will rise up.