It was a winter night. The snow flakes were flying at a distance. The streets were completely snow clad and lonely. The snow covered roads had become inaccessible. The freezing winter seemed omnipresent. Dimly lit street lights adorned the lonely streets with absolute bright white snow over them. The lights cast thick shadow of the snow mounds at various places across the street.
This was unusual. Mostly, it snows during Christmas. But this year it was early, thought Mojo to himself. Mojo was looking at his overcoat that was made white by the few snow flakes that stuck on it, while he was coming back from his friend's house. Usually, when it snows, people get their jobs done quite early. The nights were only to hibernate. He was looking at his bandaged forehead and thought pensively.
However, snowy days were usually a day off at work and at other places. So, Mojo didn't have to go to the bank where he works these days.
At about eleven thirty in the morning, when the temperature was somewhat tolerable, Mojo decided to go to his friend's place. Her name was Kyle. She was from a British background. Her father was deputed there for some international treaty. Mojo had become friends with her in the high school itself. And then, as usual, Mojo had fallen in love with Kyle after being friends with her for two years. And since then, Mojo had been waiting for the right time for him to propose to Kyle.
Mojo was a very nice guy. He was polite and he had already been thinking to propose to Kyle, but hadn't been able to do so in the past, because he thought to marry someone, you need some substantiating amount of money... or perhaps, at least you must have a job.
Mojo was not from a very rich family. He had very minimum resources with him. He used to sell hot cakes and milk shakes at the central park restaurant in his free time. He had his own counter there. His father ran a school book shop. And his mother also earned some pennies for the family since the time she had joined the stitch-n-earn club formed by the women of the town who collectively wove several jackets, caps, hats and then sold in the open market. Out of the sales of these woolens and cotton hand made garments, they used to earn a bit. But of course, this was the situation when Mojo was in high school.
In these humble circumstances, it wasn't really possible for him to ask Kyle's hand in marriage. But now, he had a good job. He earned a good amount of money. He thought, "Now, I could get married." He was a banker now. After putting in much effort he got into a college. All the while, Kyle had supported him in his ambition. They were still the best of friends.
When he was walking on the snow clad roads, while going to Kyle's house, he noted that the snow was slowly melting, and the surface was turning slippery. So, he started walking very cautiously. While going he found that people were swiftly moving across the streets, some falling over and again getting up, only to get their work done in time, before the sun sets, before the snow again starts to hinder their work.
The marketplace and the commotion in the snow were things he liked to watch. But he had a more important thing in his mind. He had to go up to Kyle and say to her how much he loved her and that he wanted to marry her. When he reached Kyle's place, he found a new guy sitting there. Kyle invited Mojo in and introduced him to the new guy saying, "Hey Mojo, meet Chris! Guess what?We're getting married soon."
Mojo smiled and turned back. As he came out of her house, just as he was walking away from the doorsteps, he heard Kyle screaming, "What happened Mojo?" As he turned to look at her, he fell down on the snowy track and hit his forehead on a rough surface causing him to bleed. The snow was so cold that his bleeding stopped in few seconds. Kyle immediately brought some first aid and bandaged his forehead. Without saying a further word, he kept walking.
He just wondered, "The right time that I had been waiting for would never come now."
This was unusual. Mostly, it snows during Christmas. But this year it was early, thought Mojo to himself. Mojo was looking at his overcoat that was made white by the few snow flakes that stuck on it, while he was coming back from his friend's house. Usually, when it snows, people get their jobs done quite early. The nights were only to hibernate. He was looking at his bandaged forehead and thought pensively.
However, snowy days were usually a day off at work and at other places. So, Mojo didn't have to go to the bank where he works these days.
At about eleven thirty in the morning, when the temperature was somewhat tolerable, Mojo decided to go to his friend's place. Her name was Kyle. She was from a British background. Her father was deputed there for some international treaty. Mojo had become friends with her in the high school itself. And then, as usual, Mojo had fallen in love with Kyle after being friends with her for two years. And since then, Mojo had been waiting for the right time for him to propose to Kyle.
Mojo was a very nice guy. He was polite and he had already been thinking to propose to Kyle, but hadn't been able to do so in the past, because he thought to marry someone, you need some substantiating amount of money... or perhaps, at least you must have a job.
Mojo was not from a very rich family. He had very minimum resources with him. He used to sell hot cakes and milk shakes at the central park restaurant in his free time. He had his own counter there. His father ran a school book shop. And his mother also earned some pennies for the family since the time she had joined the stitch-n-earn club formed by the women of the town who collectively wove several jackets, caps, hats and then sold in the open market. Out of the sales of these woolens and cotton hand made garments, they used to earn a bit. But of course, this was the situation when Mojo was in high school.
In these humble circumstances, it wasn't really possible for him to ask Kyle's hand in marriage. But now, he had a good job. He earned a good amount of money. He thought, "Now, I could get married." He was a banker now. After putting in much effort he got into a college. All the while, Kyle had supported him in his ambition. They were still the best of friends.
When he was walking on the snow clad roads, while going to Kyle's house, he noted that the snow was slowly melting, and the surface was turning slippery. So, he started walking very cautiously. While going he found that people were swiftly moving across the streets, some falling over and again getting up, only to get their work done in time, before the sun sets, before the snow again starts to hinder their work.
The marketplace and the commotion in the snow were things he liked to watch. But he had a more important thing in his mind. He had to go up to Kyle and say to her how much he loved her and that he wanted to marry her. When he reached Kyle's place, he found a new guy sitting there. Kyle invited Mojo in and introduced him to the new guy saying, "Hey Mojo, meet Chris! Guess what?We're getting married soon."
Mojo smiled and turned back. As he came out of her house, just as he was walking away from the doorsteps, he heard Kyle screaming, "What happened Mojo?" As he turned to look at her, he fell down on the snowy track and hit his forehead on a rough surface causing him to bleed. The snow was so cold that his bleeding stopped in few seconds. Kyle immediately brought some first aid and bandaged his forehead. Without saying a further word, he kept walking.
He just wondered, "The right time that I had been waiting for would never come now."
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