He mumbles to himself, “Let’s get this over with” and clicks on the icon. An email from his bank titled urgent stared at him. With beads of perspiration beginning to form on his forehead he hesitantly opened the email.
Take action immediately !!
This legal notice is about your mortgage loan on the apartment at 301 El Prado, Kandivali, Mumbai.
Ashu rapidly read the entire e-mail which ended with, “The due payment of Rs. 75,00,000/- to be made within the next 4 weeks. Failing to do so, we reserve the right to seize the possession of the property and foreclose the loan”
He shut the laptop in dismay. His worst nightmare had come true. Financial problems had always plagued him ever since he was a little boy. He wasn’t born with a silver spoon. Ashu’s father did not have the most handsome pay yet he was able to make ends meet.
The man worked diligently so that he could provide for Ashu and his younger sister Nisha’s education. His father always had a smile on his face no matter how stressed he was and encouraged both of his children to study hard and to join the colleges they aimed for.
A year after graduation, his father died of a heart attack. At this moment, Ashu could only think of his father. He began to question himself. What would he do if he was in my place? What advice would he give me?
He wondered how he would break the news to his family. He closed his eyes and remembered the day of his father’s funeral. The sad faces of people, the quiet atmosphere, the muffled cries. The empty office and blank walls all seemed to say something to Ashu. It was as if he could hear his dad’s voice which said, “Son, I have done all that I could to get you where you are. Now I pass the mantle to you. Provide for your sister and your mother. Be the man I was and don’t give up.”
Just like he had done back then, Ashu whispered to himself, ‘’I won’t give up’’. He opened his eyes and wiped away a few tears that were beginning to form around the corner of his eyes.
He had lost all motivation to go back to the house that could soon be taken away from him. But he couldn’t stay in the office all night. The night watchman would be coming soon to lock the office for the night. He reluctantly opened his phone to book himself a cab. As he did so a wild idea popped into his head. What’s the use of going back to an empty home which will soon be taken away?
If I have to stay alone at a place tonight it might as well be the place where I am conditioned to put aside my emotions and work. He continued to think, if I duck beneath my desk when the watchman arrives he can lock me inside the office. I can easily sleep on the couch in the reading room, and there is food in the pantry. The wild thought was now looking like an adventurous idea. However he had a moment of self-doubt, what am I thinking? This can’t be done at all; maybe I should just go home and sleep. He looked down at his hand with the cab booking app still open.
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