Rainbows

Richard looked out of his window again. The rain seemed have increased again. “The heavens seem to be reflecting my mind”, he thought. He had lost an opportunity at a promotion the previous day. At night, he had drowned his sorrows in two bottles of whisky. His efforts for the firm had been belittled.
A small mistake on his part, and his world had fallen down on him. He had shared the idea with his colleague, and done most of the work. Yet, the previous day, his trust was betrayed as the colleague took complete credit for it, getting a promotion that he did not deserve. He had the audacity to deny it when confronted, and Richard didn’t have anything to prove that he had done all the work. He took a sheet of paper.
I trusted someone; I paid the price for it. This betrayal has affected me in ways I don’t know. My efforts for my firm haven’t been recognized. I leave this world…” he stopped writing the note. The effects of the whisky seemed to have worn off, and when he stood up, he didn’t sway. He took a shower, and got ready for what was to him, his final day at office. He opened his umbrella and walked out.
Nearing his office, he saw the watchman’s kids playing without worries in the rain. He yearned for those days, when he used to enjoy life without any worry. He yearned for a world where no one would bask in his glory but him. He entered the building, closed his umbrella and went to his desk. He saw that colleague walk by.
Bastard”, he cursed under his breath, “I’ll be in a much better world soon than with you are.” He saw Lisa, his boss’s secretary approaching him. He’d been in love with her for some time, but didn’t know how to express it. “Did it matter now?” he thought.
Oh Richard, the boss wants to see you now”, she said. He went. His face was expressionless and his mind calm. His boss saw him enter and in his direct manner asked him, “Richard, can you explain this code to me?” He took the sheet of paper from his hand, saw his own idea there. He explained with ease.
Well done. Dan couldn’t explain it. It’s your code, isn’t it?” he asked. Richard nodded. His boss gave him an envelope. He opened it to find a letter of promotion there. He thanked him and went out. Lisa was smiling. She knew. “Lisa, I’m in love with you. Would you have dinner with me tonight?” he asked. She said yes, came to his side and kissed him. He smiled, went outside and started walking in the rain.
Soon, he reached home. He kept the envelope on his desk. The breeze blew away the note he’d written in the morning. The rain seemed to have stopped. He looked outside and saw a rainbow, beautiful like his life.
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Short Story MeMe

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

12 thoughts on “Rainbows

  1. Wow…what a beautiful rainbow, a life of bliss is just at the bend!Go grab it, and t'will be a very colorful one…:)Wonderful story of hopefulness…:)Keep on writing…:)

  2. Beautiful…as a rainblow — sorry rainbow :))No, its all those colours of life that make life seem beautiful as a rainbow…rainbows wont stay, but making your life beautiful is in your hands, your approach, your attitude — Now, let me stop preaching :)wishes, devika

  3. Umm..I dont know if you remember me. 😛 🙂 Was out of blogging for a lot of time…doesnt mean i am back. Maybe still crawling back,,,,,Anyway, I used to read some special blogs regularly, and yours was , OBV , one of them.And this post made me smile. So i wrote so much.Nice one man…nice to get back to reading you. 🙂

  4. @amity: yeah, will go grab it! :)@devika: exactly.. life with all colors.. blues, greens, reds! 🙂 makes life wonderful indeed!@yvonne: thank u!@sona: thank u! :)@nik: sure i remember u dude.. come back soon maybe! 🙂 glad u smiled after reading it! 😀 and that u stopped here n wrote so much! 🙂

  5. The old cliche, "a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow" seems to apply to this story. I like the direction you took here, suicide is a serious thing, and to contemplate it over a job, well … I have known it to happen to many times.Needs a little work, but has so much potential, this story of yours.

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