As the morning dawned,the warm shower of ray from the sun pierced through the window of the little house,John opened his eyes.careful not to awaken his parents he quitely got out of bed and tiptoed carefully.In a couple of minutes Johns parents also got up, by that time john got ready in his new blue dress(the only article of clothing he had except his school uniform) for his first day of business...with determination and with very little experience, he made up his mind and was ready to set off,In executing his business plans,in every walk "he reasoned to himself" i must succeed.The cool wind from the horizon perfumed his face as he stepped out into the sunlight.He looked upward, and witnessed several small clouds scudding across the sky, as if bent on a happy errand as he was himself. The path from the little house led to a street teeming with trucks and cars . John looked about him. People were walking down the sides of the road,carrying Briefcase in one hand, and rushing to office , few people taking the air .John followed the road, keeping a lookout for anything resembling an apartment.The busy street did not bother him.In fact he was glad to see so many people.Since this i sthe first time John was coming out for a business every little thing that appread to his eyes was a milestone to him..hence he noticed every little thing very cautiously.
"So this is what a Appartment looks like.," he mused. John's was an individual hoz, its a government quarters given to his dad,moreover his house was inaccessible to public and sparsely populated he almost spent al of his time in his house watching his parents face ,he couldnt find any friend living outside, so he have no idea of how those people ll behave and ther attitude . Mostly his dad carried their groceries for everyday cookin,so he missed that chance even to keep in touch with the outer world. He entered a place to sell his works it was a huge appartments wit a 10 blocks each block had 5 floors and in each floor 3 domiciliate.The doors slid open as he walked through, and a gust of cold air chilled his face. The huge hallway clamored with the sounds of music playing over the loud speakers, and the sounds of squeaky carts slowly making their way down the aisles. He walked to the closest aisle and scanned.For the first time that morning, he felt out of place. Unfamiliar labels proclaimed the virtues of unfamiliar products. For a second or two, he felt like retreating. But, his desire to succeed in life , made him stand fast. Suddenly a Security guard came in and said,"you are not allowed to carry any thing with u sir" John said,but i m am an artist i am here to sell my paintings...the guard laughed and said, sir we dont buy or sell paintings...at this juncture only john came to know that it was not the entrance of the apartments and it was a departmental store.
"God, please help me," he silently pleadedsince his first attempt itself became seen of comedy."May I help you,Mr?" asked a short portly man with a balding head. He wore a Black coat from his accent and body language John understood he was from a well-off family .His short stubby fingers clutched a brown clipboard as he waited for John's reply. Are you looking for any paintings...??? canvassed John..he started explaining the painting,from his conversation John came to know that he was the secretary of the Apartments situated behind the Shop and was the owner of the shop.He showed a little interest but then didnt encourage John's idea.he called in the security and asked him to take John along with him .Poor John fele depressed and walked with a blank mind..he stopped on the way with a new thought flashing..what was tat???
TO BE CONTINUED......
