Food for thought
Words 201
“Son, write an application…”
“For what?”
“There is an opening for a typist…”
“I don’t want to be a typist!”
“Son, it’s a Government post.”
“I don’t care. I want to…”
“You don’t understand! A Government job is permanent. It also means full benefits, medical insurance…”
“But there is no scope of growth.”
“That’s not true! Look at me. I joined as a peon and now I am head clerk.”
“What about job satisfaction? I will die of boredom.”
“Forget that! If you get this job, you will never have to worry about putting food on the table.”
“But I want more! I want to make a difference. I want a car, a house and a bank balance.”
“Aren’t you being overambitious?”
“No Father. With my own startup…”
“Startup! That’s a very risky proposition. What if it fails?”
“Father, didn’t you take a risk when you left the village? You had no money, skills or qualifications. You didn’t even know Hindi or English. Did Grandfather stop you from taking the risk?”
“I had no choice! We had no food to eat. It was a matter of life and death.”
“And for me, this job would be a living death.”
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Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given above. For more stories on this prompt click here
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