It was August 7, 2024. I was sitting at a corner table in the
Boston Public Library, United States, which is among the most popular libraries
of the world. With my Billy hat, dark blue scarf and Dolce and Gabbana
sunglasses, I was trying to hide myself from the paparazzo, who had been stalking
me for about a week then.
As I took the first sip of a brand new flavour of my morning
coffee, which happens to be Kopi Luwak (the most expensive coffee in the
world), my phone started to vibrate. I picked up the phone. My personal secretary
happened to be on the other side, in his usual low and shaky voice.
“Hello ma’am?”
“Yes, Johnny?”
“I’d like to inform you that Mr. Matthew Hussey has
requested for a meeting as soon as possible.”
“Tell him to meet me on Sunday morning. And schedule all the
work related to my motivational team, NGOs and radio shows for the next weekend.”
“But ma’am...Don’t you have that San Francisco and San Jose
motivational speech scheduled for the next weekend?”
“Oh yes, of course! Well, postpone that. You see, I have
other stuff to do during the weekdays. Being a Corporate Communication Manager
in the US is not a very flexible job.” I smiled.
As I began to leave, I noticed a young teenage girl, who was
not reading anything, and was sitting alone exactly in the centre of hundreds
of other silent readers. She was wearing a frown, and didn’t seem to be
interested in anything.
Teenage is that time period in which every human being is the
most vulnerable to being astrayed, if not guided properly. I attempted to talk to
her, because the voices in my head which had always talked about things like
youth, feminism and women empowerment tempted me to do so.
“Hey, why aren’t you reading that book?”
“Which book?”
“That book...which hundreds of other people around you are
reading.”
“Oh, you mean that book by Upasana Goyal...”
“Yes. Don’t you like it? I’ve heard it is the best seller of
the year.”
“Oh, no! I love it. I’ve read it twice, already. Upasana
Goyal is an amazing writer. She inspires me so much. I am waiting for her next
book. She is my role model. I’ve even
bought T-shirts with her quotes printed on it. You wanna see?”
I smiled as she took off her jacket so that I could read my
own quote, printed in bold letters on her T-shirt.
“That is some really cool stuff.” I said, with a bigger
smile this time.
Her frown had disappeared. My mission was accomplished. Instead
of a miserable look, there was now a twinkle in her eyes. I wished to reveal my
identity and to talk more. But I chose to say nothing else, as I wanted to
remain in disguise, so that I could stay unnoticed by that paparazzo.
As I was driving to my 7 star home in my car, I noticed a
large crowd of thousands of young girls and women standing outside my house. I was
really surprised, as I didn’t expect that to happen.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UPASANA GOYAL!” All of them screamed as I
stepped out of the car. I laughed, and cried tears of joy. I received thousands
of birthday cards which stated how I changed those girls’ lives, inspired them,
changed their thinking, and taught them to fight for themselves. That feeling
of peace, success, contentment and accomplishment that I experienced while
reading those cards- cannot be described in words. It was my best birthday ever.
Life couldn’t have been happier.
Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2014
Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2014
Fantastic article, wow , Like the way of presenting autobiography kinda thing(That is without revealing true identity to girl mentioned above)
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Thank you Saurabh.
DeleteAmazingly written Upasana! D
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DeleteWriting is the mirror to one's soul. Your writing is wonderful. I can imagine the soul. Wonderfully expressed Upasana.
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