Dreams , Hopes and a million dollars (1)

Your name is Vikram Rajaram, a name your father gave you in tribute to the famous Indian scientist Vikram Sarabhai

As a child your favorite character was TinTin from the comics by hedge ' adventures of TinTin.

You lived in single parent household with a father who wanted to you get a conventional job and do the sciences. He used to get you books about famous scientists and various engineering models to cultivate an interest of the science in you. However, you were never quite fascinated by them.!

You aspired to be a writer from a very young age. You used to write every day, read anything you get your hands on and analyze it like a craftsman.

You decided to pursue the Humanities despite the disapproval of your parents who wished that you did the sciences and become an engineer.

You imagined your life as an engineer or doing some other conventional job, sitting 24/7 staring at the computer and doing paperwork. You would be living the life of robot without making much impact. You shudder.

You managed to enter a very well reputed Arts and Sciences college. You passed the college with flying colors.

However today right now you find yourself broke without a penny in your name.

You have been scammed off your money over a short fling. You are not able to sell your writing. Only an occasional writing seminar allows you make a meagre amount money to survive off of in the urban jungle where the rich are the Top of food chain and the poor and homeless at the bottom.

You remember the words of your father when you had made up your mind to pursue a career as a writer.

" A Writer can never make enough money for themselves; you will live a life of poverty of you choose to become a writer!"

You smile and look at the bottle of of cheap beer you had in your hands.

You take another sip and before hiccupping and saying

" Dad your words are so prophetic "

You're currently sitting on the terrace of your shared apartment. You stare at the moon in the night.

It looks beautiful but in your eyes in seems to be looking down at you in pity.

You pat and ruffle your one head and You look at twinkling stars. You talk to them, perhaps your long-deceased father is among the stars looking down at you. Probably looking at you while signing at your naiveness

You raise your bottle of cheap bear and shout hysterically

" I, ll become a successful writer! No matter what!"

The phone in your pocket vibrates. You're wondering who would be messaging a nobody writer like you in the middle of the night

' Perhaps an old friend reaching out '

You think hopefully

Instead, when You open your phone, you see a message written in bold word

[ The esteemed Sir of Afzal industries would like you to meet him tomorrow. He for you to help him write his Autobiography]

{Here is an advanced payment of 1 million dollars}

Your eyes are shaking as you stare at the message on your phone. Your dumbfounded and silent for a very long time.

Right now, the moon seemed to be smiling down warmly at you