He saw the children playing in the street. They did not even have the proper clothes. Their tattered clothes were the symbol of absence of wealth. But still they were able to shout in glee. Even the scorching sun did not matter to them. It did not bother them that the nearby gutter has overfilled and they were playing in dirty water.

He felt a disgust in his mind. But somewhere there were stirring of jealousies. He had earned a lot. He had come a far far distance form his poverty but he had lost these carefree days beyond. Where there used to be hopes and dreams, there were now only files and papers ans stupid meetings. He did not have any time to relish his meals as well. Sometimes, just sometimes he wondered if he would have been better off as of them? After all, thought money had given him all the comfort he had dreamt of, but it had snatched away his contentment. Inside his phone chirped. He looked at the half empty cup of coffee in his hand, sighed and went inside to earn more.