The agonizing rage burnt throughout his body as blood dripped onto the floor.
It was unbearable.
“I am so sorry.”
He repeated it in a louder voice mixed with infuriating tears.
The excruciating pain, the ache was eating away his soul.
He dug the knife deeper in his hands as if trying to use the physical pain as a distraction.
“I apologize for what I just did”, he said bowing his head onto the ground.
The man in front of him stood befuddled to what he was witnessing. Mr. Kapoor couldn’t believe his eyes. A moment ago, the same knife had been pointed at him, and he obliged taking out his purse and anything valuable he had on him.
How long had it been since he had met a man of such caliber. He could feel his pain of helplessness that had forced him do what his self respect and honor couldn’t bear.
He was tempted, curious, to know the reason that could bring such a strong man to his knees.
He wanted to help but he had to choose his words carefully for the man was already shattered, drenched in shame and blood.
“I could lend you the money, if you..”, he barely got to complete his sentence.
“That would be so kind of you, Sir. I am not worthy of such kindness, but I will repay every penny back.”
A little louder now, “You are the best, Sir. A great man.”
Mr. Kapoor forwarded his card and gave him the exact amount he requested and took his leave.
The incident had come to him later at times bringing in a smile. With days that came by, he had forgotten about it until one day a 14 year old boy with another young one stood at his gate.
“How may I help you?”
“I am so sorry, Sir. It has been 268 days and I apologize for not showing up earlier”
How could one forget that loud tone equivalent to a soldier reporting.
“Here’s you money, Sir.”
It wouldn’t have made much difference but he chose to take the money for he had seen what the young lad, way ahead of his age, was built of.
“He is my younger brother, Sir. I wanted him to meet you and thank you for helping us out.”
“My brother says you are a very kind and great man. I thank you with all my heart.”
Mr. Kapoor couldn’t help but smile to this young kid. “That’s not necessary. I am glad I could.”
“We will now leave, Sir. Thank you very much.”
Mr. Kapoor hesitated for a second and then went ahead. “Could you wait for a second? If you don’t mind, I would want to know why did you need the money so bad.”
He pulled Mr. Kapoor aside and whispered, “It was for his school fees, Sir. But nothing to worry now. I will do everything it takes to see he gets right education and chance to pursue dreams that I can’t.”
Mr. Kapoor stood there watching the innocent smile and eyes that glittered with determination and selfless ambition.
Tears brimmed in his eyes as he cleared his throat and called out, “You didn’t tell me your name. I will need it for the work I have for you.”
Word Count: 550
Participating in Fiction writing challenge 281 at Yeah Write weekly challenge.