‘The creator has plans for everyone.’ Javid had heard his father saying the phrase all his life. He had heard it so often that it had firmly been imposed in his subconscious beliefs. He clanged to it with such unwavering persistence and with all his might that it had become his living reality and stayed the same even after all these years.
It was a stroke of sunshine that gave him hope—something that helped him through some of the toughest times and still had him going when he had almost felt like giving up.
Neither Paris nor fashion was a smooth walk for him. He had to work hard, burn to ashes, and take in thrashes to be sculpted into what he was that day. There were days of sacrifices, sleepless nights, gurgling stomach, starving bones, and tattered clothes that hardly cladded
