My Hero

It was really cold, too cold to be very precise. My feet felt numb and the darkness all around me kept threatening me deep inside. I was deeply concerned about everything that happened around me. Number of questions flew around my mind like butterflies and I was unable to answer them. I am an B.TECH graduate and had nothing much left in my wallet to say. Referring to me as a homeless person would not be appropriate at all, since I have a huge family. All wealthy and all well settled. All my cousins were provided with world class education and got employed in well reputed companies. If you are a thief and is specialized in robbing people's wallet, then I bet that having any one of my cousins wallet and the cash inside itself could feed you for the next twenty years. Yep! they are that rich but never dares to give a penny to others especially me. 

All my uncles are well educated and are employees of some of the most prestigious companies like Visa but my dad was really different. I often tell to myself that my dad was born in the wrong crowd. He was completely different from his brother's in each and every decision he made in life. While all my uncles depended on my grand dad's bank balance for education, my dad got himself hooked in a part time job in a restaurant to pay off his fees. While my uncles preferred buying cars like Land Cruiser and Lexus, my dad preferred riding a bicycle even though we had enough money to afford one. When my uncles decide to buy a huge mansion in a very prominent region in the State, my dad decide to buy the orphans a comfortable place and wanted them to have a roof above their head.

I often referred to my dad to be Mr. Mother Teresa and he was indeed by all means. But in his awe and time he had spent with all the homeless and needy ones, he definitely did forget me and my mom. When I was 15, my mom was diagnosed with a fatal disease which cost her life and my only hope of light too. From them life was not as sweet as it used to be but I had my Mr. Teresa by my side. I was enrolled in a government school but I got enrolled in a very reputed college. I really worked damn hard for that one seat.

I had two paths in front of me, either to join as a Senior accountant in Dhekiabari and Sons or follow my dad's foot steps. Joining Dhekiabari would fetch me millions every month and I could literally have everything around me covered in gold within a year or two but I found out that helping the needy I way more convincing than earning millions of money. And you guessed it right, I started donating not only money but my time with the children in the orphana

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ge. I remember one great man who introduced a theory which put forward the concept " Survival of the fittest" and that definitely proved in my case. My idea of staying unemployed and spending time with a bunch of kids of my age and even younger ones was an utter failure to be very frank. My dad did the same but he was the son of a billionaire who married the daughter of another billionaire but I was the daughter of a father who has zero bank balance, refuses to get money from both my grand dad's and to sum it up all we have nothing but an old bicycle parked right in front of our house. For god's sake at least the roof above my head was for real.

But the picture of the children residing in Anamaya orphanage filled my eyes with tears and my heart with a profound hope. I decided to start up a online tech company with the help of my fellow friends and few other kind of educated kids in the orphanage. I had to work as a janitor to fund my business. One day to my surprise my cousins Andrew and Annelise came to meet me. They said they wanted to help me and asked me whether I would like to send my dad as a janitor to their house. Blood rushed faster to all the parts of my body. With rage I took off my slippers and launched it on Annelise's face and there she still walks around with a punctured face.

That brings me to the most important period and most threatening period of my life. A company has asked me to bring over my ideas and present it to them. If I was successful I will be funded for all my donation activities and moreover all the kids over there in the orphanage will be made available to world-class educational facilities. Life had its own turns for everything like wise just when I entered my client's office I came to know that Annelise's company was competing with ours to get that order. My heart started beating faster than it ever did. Sweat rolled down all over my face. While I was drenched with a whole lot of sweat due to anxiety, Annelise was so placid. Why not ? she definitely knew that the order was hers but to my surprise that did not happen.

I was given the order. But my presentation and ideas were no better compared to the one's presented by Annelise. But why?? 

"Your dad was indulged in good deeds and I am one of those seeds whom he had sown 30 years ago and told I am a fully grown tree giving a fruit to that good man's only daughter." said my client.

By the way what's your good name , 

" I am Swapna, Swapna Viki"

All thanks to my Mr. Teresa who is definitely not only my hero but also the hero of many others out there. ( I guess)