She's patrichor, the Earthy scent of first rainfall. The pleasant aroma makes you wonder, makes you feel different in a nicer way, it makes you believe how wonderful the entity is and suddenly everything around you starts looking pleasing to the eye...
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"Can I leave early today? I Have to reach somewhere due to personal reasons"
I requested to managing director of the company. Usually for leaves I co-ordinate with the manager or simply send an email but as I was discussing this week's report with my boss, I prefer to go through him. It is easier than to step down two floors.
Anant Raichand is chairman of Raichand.co but still working for directors' position is to amaze itself, not a single act of him fails to surprise me. I regard him a lot, better to say I wish to abide by his footsteps. I try to. There's no comparison between him and I, he's billionaire, famed man of the country while I'm next to no one.
He has inspired me the most. unknowinglymanipulated the brain of mine, But do I complain? Most certainly not. My admiration for him started at the age of unsophistication, since the day when government blocked an on working road just so his car can pass by and couldn't get stuck with the rest of traffic. The whole road was murmuring about him, about his power, and eleven year old me remained awestruck on the spot.
I was naive, unusable and inexperience to this low-down world, all I understood was wealth is needed to have anything and I was right then, And I'm right in the present.
The same day I got late for school, so late that when i reached the school it was already fourth period. The only route I knew to the school was blocked, only my drain out body knows how much i suffered to reached there and when I was on the door of my classroom the class teacher started shouting at me for interrupting her class, like she always did. I never understood why she never liked me. Maybe because she didn't like my worn out uniform, she always mentioned to change it. Maybe because I couldn't fill my tiffin with food as she always asked me to but how could I even when these things were right next to impossible for me.
She didn't show a single ounce of hesitation before snarling at me for my pending fees of six months. I was crying in front of her like a crybaby. You were a baby. I got humiliated for the first time, she was shouting at me like any other day but it felt so new to me, it felt as if someone was snatching my soul and burning down into the ashes.
From the next day she went inattentive for a month, later from the other teachers we got to know her husband died due heart attack and last she came to school was for some emergency, leaving her husband and kids at the hospital. The very same day I felt what humiliated person feel like, the same day I got distanced with my friends. The same day I stopped interacting with anyone, the reason happened to be embarrassment.
After few months I got suspended right before the final exam for the same reason, pending fees. Maybe the renowned school like them couldn't afford an orphan. I had to get myself admitted in a government school after waiting of three months for new academic year and had to give fifth standard all over again.
"When was your last leave?"
That day I wouldn't have been through such shameful situation only if I had the Power. Only if I had the money as much as Anant Raichand.
