Small Story 715
Life is Beautiful 60
Ram opened the door and saw a member of the guesthouse staff standing there with a glass of milk.
“Madam asked me to give this to you, sir. Tomorrow morning, sharp at 6:30, I will bring tea to your room. At 8:30, you can come to the dining hall for breakfast. Good night, sir.”
“Thank you. Good night.”
Ram kept the milk inside and closed the door.
He wondered how guests were treated in the corporate and media world. He was only a writer, not a media professional, and yet he could not understand why Atkinson, the Chief Executive of Kaathambari, seemed to have such an interest in him.
As he thought about the morning ride from the airport to the guesthouse, he remembered meeting people of different nationalities along the way. The desert city had developed to such an extraordinary level over several decades. The transformation fascinated him.
After drinking the milk, Ram went to sleep.
The next morning, Ram woke up at 5:30 a.m. He finished his morning routine, had his bath and sat down for his prayer.
At exactly 6:30, the calling bell rang.
He opened the door. The same staff member was standing there with a cup of tea and a newspaper.
“Good morning, sir. We have today's newspapers. Which paper would you like, sir?”
Suddenly, Ram replied, “The National.”
His article had recently appeared in that newspaper, and he was eager to read it.
After having his tea and reading the newspaper, Ram completed his prayer and got ready. He was now waiting for a call from Kaathambari.
A little later, his phone rang.
Ram answered it. A male voice spoke in a soft and respectful manner.
“Mr. Ram, good morning. This is Atkinson. I hope you had a comfortable journey and a good night's sleep. I was a little busy yesterday because I had some guests, and I wanted you to relax as well.”
Ram was surprised. The Chief Executive of a multinational media company was personally calling to wish him good morning.
“Good morning, Mr. Atkinson. I am very comfortable and eager to meet you.”
“Certainly. Ali will come at 9:30 and pick you up from the guesthouse. Have a nice day.”
“Thank you, Mr. Atkinson.”
After the call, Ram sent messages to Murthy, Raj, Prasanna and Ranjitha, informing them of his new number.
At 9:15 a.m., Ram started getting ready. He wore his favourite cream-coloured shirt with a matching Nantwich tie.
When he looked at himself in the mirror, he could hardly believe that he was 57. His disciplined habits and physique made him look much younger.
Exactly at 9:30, Ali arrived and picked Ram up in the car.
The previous day, Ram had travelled in a Toyota Camry. Today, it was a Mercedes-Benz. He had heard about these cars many times, but now he was travelling in one in a completely different country.
As they drove towards the Media City, Ali asked, “Did you sleep well, sir? Have you had your breakfast?”
“Yes, Ali. I had a good night's sleep, and the breakfast was very nice.”
After about half an hour, they reached the channel's office in the Media City, despite the traffic.
Ram looked at the magnificent building with excitement. He had seen many colleagues and workplaces during his career, but this was completely different. He was entering a new world and exploring a new subject, and that thought filled him with happiness.
As he slowly walked towards the entrance, Ram murmured to himself:
“Life is beautiful.”
To be continued...
K. Ragavan
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