Please Mr. Desai… I’ll do it. Just a chance, that’s all I ask of you. I beg of you, don’t reject my application because of this test”, I pleaded with the interviewer.
How could you expect us to select you after that miserable interview? You were the worst of the lot. It’s no use pleading son, our decision is final.”
Outside the room, I sank into a chair and broke into tears. It was my seventh interview in as many days and yet no one wanted my services. Each found some problem with my interview and rejected me outright. I sat there thinking of how dependent my parents were on me, and if I would ever find a job.
Every moment seemed to weigh a lot on me at this time. I began questioning myself if I even deserve a job. As I was about to get up, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Mr. Desai there. He smiled and sat down next to me.
Never has someone broken down in front of me, son, like you have today. People come and if we reject them, they walk out without uttering a word. Your words were uttered like this job was your last hope. I understand you’ve been trying a lot for an opportunity, how frustrating it must be to hear everyone say no to you; but giving up isn’t right. If one chance goes, another will come. Be patient. You’ve got the talent; I was impressed with your command of vocabulary. Keep up your effort and soon that opportunity will be knocking on your door”, he said.
I was stunned. I didn’t know what to reply; I smiled and tried to say something. All that came out was “Thanks sir”. He smiled again, got up, shook my hand and walked away. I watched him and realized how close I’d come to giving up on my dreams. I kept thinking of his words. This day would never be forgotten as long as I lived, I knew.
Xenial I should be to opportunity, I realized. If it likes my hospitality, it shall favor me; else I should work on it. Despair or hope, both were in my heart; yet it was I who had to choose which would be my companion. I chose the latter and my happiness was reborn.
Acrostic Only Short Story

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.

4 thoughts on “Phoenix”

  1. Reborn like a Phoenix, stronger and more hopeful!I wish everyone should cultivate such attitude so that it will really prove that life is beautiful…:)I also wish that I would be like a Phoenix!

  2. Our desires to succeed in anything is reborn every minute of our lives. Loved the story, but the first word in the last paragraph was a little "forced".You have a budding gift for story telling, and if I was you I would work on it. The best stories comes from personal experiences.

  3. @Miya: thanks! :)@Amity: y dont u try being one? don't die.. just be reborn with renewed hope for life! 😀 @Amias: yeah, i dont know much words with X.. so :)will work on that!

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