Rusted silver spoon..

Peter returned to his apartment.. Even though he owned a magnificent house overlooking the sea in the most picturesque location with the finest architecture and carpentry, he still chose to stay in this apartment, where though he was lonely, there were memories of loved ones, a constant reminder of a time when he had a family..

It was here that he wrote his every work, it was these walls that supported him as he climbed over into his rough days to reach this top, where everyone envied him..

Everyone believed Peter was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.. that he never struggled and had easily reached this peak with hold...

But only very few knew the truth..

He indeed belonged to a rich and flourished family whose name and fame still ranked the top..

But the name only remained as the time went.. Robinson was a kind person and people around him utilised his innocence .. His friends who willingly shared his wealth and fortune abandoned him to be left alone at his time of poverty.. He finally became a subject of alcohol and died poor, but still provided helping hand to the needy even when he did not have anything to feed his family . So before the world he died rich but he mourned silently till his last breath for his family for whom he left nothing ... A few years later, Mrs Robinson passed away leaving little Peter with his grandmother..

Granny was the most precious person in his life.. She provided him with the right education and before her death she made him a successful person.. She never taught him to be a good person since she did not want Peter to repeat his father's mistake.. Rather she taught him to be tough and to handle the world with a rough hand..

His literary works were greatly appreciated right from his school days and hence his granny moulded this talent of him to merge with a business mind to make him a strong stable person before passing away..

Now after becoming one of the world's top personalities, he was left out all alone..

He had this strange sense of sadness eating him every night before he goes to bed though he never trusted anyone and never wished to part with his loneliness..

Today was a hectic day at work but he still couldn't sleep.. so he gulped in a few sleeping tablets and closed his eyes shut forcefully hardly able to sleep..

Early next morning, Peter was all set for work. He was sharp at his timings and resumed his regular schedule.. He had an interview with 'Skyfall' magazine which was one among the top magazines trending nowadays.

"Being born with a silver spoon, did you find any difficulties to reach this position of stardom.. You might be really lucky to have born in such a noble family.."

A plump looking lady who introduced herself as the editor of the magazine asked provocatively.

Park laughed in his mind.. Running bare legged to reach the school in order to save the bus charge and stealthily plucking out berries from the scary neighbour's fruit garden to sell it in the market... just to earn some money to buy books, so as he need not have to watch his old granny breaking her bones to see him getting the best education.. Maybe this was the silver spoon she referred. He had encountered such questions in every interviews he attended and each time he replied coldly with a simple smile, " Yes. I am really lucky."