Life is perfect. I earn 2 lakhs per month, my company is one of the most bankable ventures in the market, and my lover is the most interesting, romantic, and attractive person you’ll ever meet. If you thought it cannot get better, think again. I am going on a Europe tour the next month with Ruhani, my lover and to be wife. It is so exciting to even think about this when your whole of life has been constrained to a small village in Gujarat- Rajsamdhiyaran. The farthest I have ever been is Ahmedabad, the most developed city of the state. Ruhani is the better one here. She has been all over India as her father is in a government job and he gets transferred and promoted every 4 years. It is great to have her by my side for this trip. One might think that why would a 27 year old young man who is the owner of a highest earning startup get nervous at the thought of traveling?
It all starts in my childhood. I was a stubborn, sneaky, and curious child who would question everything and get to the roots of it to know it. This was appreciated in the beginning by my family, but soon it began to annoy and bother them. I used to ask my father that why he would always write with right hand and never with left hand. What would happen if the roads are replaced by rivers like that in Europe. He answered whatever he could, but me being me, I would ask the same thing until I finally found its answer. This annoyed my father a lot, especially when he was working and writing stories for his book. Oh yes, he is an author of children’s storybooks. His books are not very popular but we earned a good enough living to eat well and live a quite descent lifestyle. Another peculiar trait about him is what I call “the uncivilized keeda” in him. He preferred villages over cities, walking over cars, trees instead of houses, and so on. He would eat only roti sabzi and pizzas, pastas, burgers are all welcome, but in rare occasions. He was a sophisticated and advanced villager.
One day, he was writing a story about a kid who always disobeyed his parents. I peeped in his work and started asking the same questions again. “Papa, why do you write with right hand while mom writes with left? Why sometimes sun and moon come together? And when they come, is it night or day? What would happen if trees had gold in their leaves but we never discovered it?” My questions didn’t have an end. He got fed up but he knew that anger would only make things worse. He pondered for a while, went upstairs, and came back with a mirror. He placed the mirror exactly opposite his arm. I saw it and realized that now left was right and right was left. I was dumbfounded and took the mirror. Being a kid of 5 years, I didn’t understand how it did the exact thing which I always did.
This fascination and curiosity has stayed with me all this while. Now, I understand the working of mirror but the fascination never dwindled a bit. Every morning, I would stare in the mirror and forget everything. The mirror acted like a brainwasher and refresh button. Before leaving, I would always say the lines “I’m a confident person, nothing can go wrong, and I can do whatever I wish to.” This may sound kiddish and amateur, but believe me, this works and it’s the very secret of my success.
The trip day was near. Everything was done and it was just a start to the most exciting 10 days of my life. We took off and started our journey. The trip was fabulous and Europe has plenty to learn from. We returned gaining a very valuable experience and with a bag full of memories.However, fate had other things planned for us. My firm- Call to Learn , which provided on call technical support and taught technical things on phone to people all over the world was in ashes. Lightning had stuck the electric wire, which lead to short circuit and my office caught fire. The three storeyed tower of computers was reduced to three metres of ashes and a place of destroyed rocks. I couldn’t control myself. I cried and wept for 2 hours continously. I had no where to go. The empire I built in five years was bought down in five hours. All I had was some money in bank. I was fortunate that no one got injured or died because of the fire. Somehow, Ruhani managed to calm me down and she bought me to sleep.
I woke up next day. Freshened up and got ready. Just as I wore my tie, I realized about my loss. I screamed with all my might and punched the mirror. “Everything is in ashes, nothing is right, and I can’t fix this.” Ruhani came running and saw my bleeding hand. She bandaged it and calmed me down. She cleaned up the mirror from the wall and on the floor.
Much to her surprise, she saw a key hole on the mirror wall and a key among the pieces of mirror. She called me and showed me. I quickly took the key and opened the secret door. I was expecting some treasure trove which would make me ultra rich over night and help me rebuild my ruined empire. Much to my disappointment, there was a small camera, a pen, and few sheets of paper. I took them out and while taking it, a letter fell from it.
“To mr Sahil,
Probably it’s the time when I told you the truth about yourself and the mirror. Ever since childhood, you’re a curious child and would inquire about everything from the secret behind uncle’s wealth to writing practices of human. It was difficult to answer all your questions, but more importantly it was even more difficult for me to digest the fact that you’re just like grandpa. Grandpa was also a curious and fascinated person who would go to any extent to uncover things and share it with everyone. This quality was never subdued in him and he became a spy. His job was interesting and always exciting. But at the same time, it was pretty dangerous too. One day, he was secretly hiding and recording a scam that was taking place in X mines, the largest mines during that time. Somehow, the people came to know about him and his spying. He managed to send the pictures to the newspapers, but he was killed on the spot. He also sent a note asking grandma to ensure that none of us get into this profession. There was no social, human, or romantic life in this field. There was no money.It was just a time bomb to death.
Hence, Papa tried to suppress your curiosity and feelings of collecting information from everywhere. You also used the camera when you were just a kid and would simply go to someone’s house and start clicking pictures. One day, you went to our neighbor’s house and clicked pictures of uncle having an affair with the servant. From that day, the camera is hidden from you.
I don’t know what would you do now, but there would be no more mirrors kept to distract your mind and give you false direction to something you’re not. Good that you finally broke the mirror of deception and saw your true self. The choice is yours now. Either rebuild your ruined business empire, do something entirely different, or become a spy like me.
Sahil from the future.