He asks me why I thought about him today. Tears are rolling down my eyes uncontrollably, involuntarily. I feel embarrassed, but almost safe to cry in his presence. As if he knows what I am going through.
I tell him I have no friends. People I talk to, yes! People I hang out with, yes! But not anyone who truly understands my dreams and what I want to do. And that he was the only person who could understand me right now.
He says he feels happy that I thought of him when I was in trouble. But keeps asking me why I didn't think of him the moment I landed in India. I don't have an answer for him, but my fears.
As if sensing what I want to hear, he starts narrating a story from his business. The office room in which we were talking belonged to a building where he has his own Chinese restaurant and an ice-cream shop. He had his first business in the same building ( It belonged to his family and he has put it to good use).
His first business had something to do with backup systems. Six months into starting it, he was into debt. He had to sell his car to make his payroll. Prior to that he was the highest performing sales guy in Microsoft. He knew he would make it. He and his partner got drunk in the same office at the end of six months almost on the verge of closing the business.
As divine guidance would have it, he had an idea the next day. He had been focussing on IT companies so far. Maybe he should look at a different segment. He looked at pharmaceutical, manufacturing, financial , agri and everything he could think of. In three months he had repaid all his debts and his business took off.
Exactly this is what I wanted to hear.
In between my conversations I still cry. I wonder how my life would have been if I never met him.
I remember my conversations with him when I was hardly sixteen. How he passionately narrated stories about his grandfather who started his own business by bicycling and delivering everyday. He saw how his grandfather had a lot of money all the time and how it was his dream to start his business. Today it has all come true.
I wonder what was my mindset at that time. Was I influenced by all his talk that I also wanted my own business. When did my desire to have my own business originate? I don't have an answer.
The universe does a great job matching similar people.
We decide to meet again soon. I have to go back to put my son to sleep and get ready for a call in US time. He needs to get back home. But our conversations will continue.
I tell him I have no friends. People I talk to, yes! People I hang out with, yes! But not anyone who truly understands my dreams and what I want to do. And that he was the only person who could understand me right now.
He says he feels happy that I thought of him when I was in trouble. But keeps asking me why I didn't think of him the moment I landed in India. I don't have an answer for him, but my fears.
As if sensing what I want to hear, he starts narrating a story from his business. The office room in which we were talking belonged to a building where he has his own Chinese restaurant and an ice-cream shop. He had his first business in the same building ( It belonged to his family and he has put it to good use).
His first business had something to do with backup systems. Six months into starting it, he was into debt. He had to sell his car to make his payroll. Prior to that he was the highest performing sales guy in Microsoft. He knew he would make it. He and his partner got drunk in the same office at the end of six months almost on the verge of closing the business.
As divine guidance would have it, he had an idea the next day. He had been focussing on IT companies so far. Maybe he should look at a different segment. He looked at pharmaceutical, manufacturing, financial , agri and everything he could think of. In three months he had repaid all his debts and his business took off.
Exactly this is what I wanted to hear.
In between my conversations I still cry. I wonder how my life would have been if I never met him.
I remember my conversations with him when I was hardly sixteen. How he passionately narrated stories about his grandfather who started his own business by bicycling and delivering everyday. He saw how his grandfather had a lot of money all the time and how it was his dream to start his business. Today it has all come true.
I wonder what was my mindset at that time. Was I influenced by all his talk that I also wanted my own business. When did my desire to have my own business originate? I don't have an answer.
The universe does a great job matching similar people.
We decide to meet again soon. I have to go back to put my son to sleep and get ready for a call in US time. He needs to get back home. But our conversations will continue.
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