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Not everyone will be like everybody and everybody doesn't matter to meet that anyone who could make the life of everybody more useful than anyone could have ever imagined.

Those words used to lurk around the corner of Alberto's heart almost every day he stepped out of the house, hoping to meet that somebody who is capable of shifting is bed ridden life up for him. But life could be so funny at times that what we thought we want will happen the opposite way.

He sat on his table trying to figure out how the day will be. Piles of books lay helplessly on his table and numerous newspapers were left unread. He is probably tired of reading the same headline almost every single day as if nothing of interest ever happened in the country. He wanted to feel the air and let out all his problems but sooner did he realised that some problems actually came to stay and we are probably meant to nurse them till the end of time.

 Eddie walked up to him toasting another pile of books on his table.

"You need to finish that before noon Alb." He said turning to go.

"You can't just leave books on my table Eddie." He called to him.

"Wasn't my order big boy. You've got to do some work when you are at work not just idle around. "

"Are you going to tell me if there is anything new in those papers?"

"No, they were like the ones yesterday and those a day before."

"Can't we do something of more interest?" He asked peevishly.

"You can go to the cinema." Eddie answered while others that have been listening burst into a loud laugh. But to Alberto, it wasn't really funny. Everybody knew the job is boring as much as he had realised they were probably feigning reality or too scared of the humpty dumpty who called himself their boss whose moustache is exactly like that of a buffalo if it had one.

"Alberto, you need to work now." The so called boss called out to him from his desk inside the cubicle. Alberto almost hissed out loud. He didn't care. He wants job less troublesome with a taste of enthusiasm 

He started packing the books angrily trying to sort them out vowing probably that that day might be his last at the place of work. 

Suddenly, a neatly wrapped paper with red ribbon fell off from one of the newspapers. Gently, he made for it and untie the ribbon and he behold what was written in a neatly and readable writing.

       "Dear Alberto, 

I've been wanting to meet you in person 

I've been daydreaming on how to get you talk to me

I watched you walk past my door every day 

With the dangling bag across your neck

I walked you down to your place of work 

And watch you mumble over the books on your table

You once tipped your boss off a banana peel

And I've watched you sweat profusely over your given assignment 

You are a man to behold Alberto

And I love just watching the kind of man you've grown to be

I have no regret whatsoever that I will be leaving the town before talking to you

The little moment I spent admiring you

Is enough to take around the world

Your fragrance,

Your mode of dressing

The way you walk

And the way you grumble over that pile of newspapers on your table

Was all I need to keep your memories alive

Thanks for being the man that you are

Alberto. 

            Sussie"

He dropped the letter trying to picture what he had just read. That was the kind of letter he had been daydreaming all his whole life to have his hands on. He didn't want to work for his own hunger alone. He wanted a strong motive to do so. And here is it. He dropped the letter and rushed towards Eddie

"Eddie, where did the newspapers come from?"

"Why? The usual place of course." Eddie answered looking surprised. 

Alberto rushed out. He ran down to the building at the front of their office and met the usual old Man who used to deliver newspapers for them.

"Did you know of a lady bearing Sussie?" He asked the man.

"Yes my dear. She came here to work for the past two weeks now."

"Where is she?"

"She is leaving town today. So, she left just now."

"Where is she living?"

"I have no idea. But if you can run, you can still be able to keep up."

Then, he ran.