A Happy Ending

Dec. 22, 2002

I have always dreamed of becoming someone big. My father came from a backward, traditional Muslim family. He was 46, and died only a month ago from the evil effects of drinking alcohol. It was a dreadful blow to all of us, what with two other sick, invalid people in the family. I had to abandon my college, and take up a job fast, or else, how was I to meet the daily expenses incurred on my brother and mom.An opening was advertised in the Borivali Bar, and I applied. I got the job easily, because of my good looks, young age and proximity of my residence to the bar.