A few years passed by and the boy grew up enough to talk to others. He used to look at the sky whenever an aeroplane passed by and says “I jumped from that plane in my past life”, but everyone thought he was saying just nonsense stuff. The boy was more innocent than mischievous in nature. He used to climb on the bed to touch the spinning ceiling fan, unknown to the fact that it may hurt him, and says “I want to fly”.