There was a boy hailing from a slum next to my apartment. I used to observe him every day. One day, from the sunrise to sunset, he wasn’t satisfied with his childish deeds. He cursed himself hard and met with an accident. I was the witness.
I had a heart that demanded help. I rushed him to a nearby hospital where he was diagnosed with a fracture in the left leg. The whimsical boy was hospitalized where he was put on traction. After the 15-days care, he was discharged, but the medical bill was inflated where I had no choice. That pinched my pocket, but I solely admitted, “A soft corner doesn’t bother for price”.
I brought the boy to my home where my servitude yielded positive results in short span. Like before, he could walk, run and even kick at a speechless tree while his wishes remained unfulfilled.
I craved for his moral improvement. One day, I called him at my office. I comforted him first by offering a recliner. Then I asked him to have some hot coffee. He enjoyed the sips and inquired for his summon. I rose from my chair with a smile, came near him and patted his back. I explained that he should live a meaningful life and the remedy was going for work.
I gave him a job offer where he would serve as my assistant. Reluctantly, he gave a nod and the next day he reported with a bubbled face. However, I assured myself of taking a risk.
I had to face a few challenges as the boy was filled with whims. I bestowed kindness through which I taught him the business processes. That took some time, but I never minded.
Six months passed, I received a jolt. I asked him to drop a check at the bank as I had a meet with a new client. He blatantly refused and his rage was like a spit on my face. The blood-boiled assistant poured “I work for you like a castrated ox… no, no, like a painless ass from morning to night. Have some mercy. Leave me for good. I don’t want to see your face again”. He ignored me completely and looked through the window pane.
I asked in a soft voice “What will you do then? Do you have any future plan? Tell me how I could be of help to you?”. “Just leave me alone. I will go to hell where I will scream, yell and ponder. I have some dreams. I want to be a rapper where I can rise to fame in short time. You do not provide me ample leisure to pursue my dream. I leave now” argued the ill tempered boy. The angry chap left my cabin and he closed the door with a loud bash.
I sat on my chair and lit a cigar. Then I received a call on my phone. “Your assistant is no more. He has committed suicide in a well at Satpura Park”. I hurried to the spot and found that the police had cordoned the suspicious area. The motionless body was sent for the postmortem. All dreams were shattered and lost in dust.
