He did not make his fortune

He did not make his Fortune.

The office man under the every shift of the wind moved up impressively when the office hour was finished .In that time the burden of work had been unloaded , so a peal of impression flew on him. The time was barely seven” o” at night. A gust of wind with the taste of rain emptied the road. As a officer was his designation but he took an oath to clean the purges of the society .On that time he started to walk with his artful movement turning now and then to cast his watchful eyes down to the peaceful thoroughfare nearby club.

The vincity that was kept noisy before ten minute, then, became the heart of peace. He , now and then, kept his watchful eyes to the lights of half closed lunch counter but vast majority of doors belonged to shops that since had been closed .But when he reached in the mid way he slowed his arrogant movement and stopped keeping his fixed look. In the door way of the grocery shop that was kept close due to the rain, a man leaned with his dazzling bottle was near to mouth. The officer, with his gentle walk moved up to the man and asked,
“Name.”
“Javed, Sir,”
“Address.”
“I live in the north avenue.”
“OK", thank you.”
The man in the door way of the shop struck a clash on the mouth of bottle and completed his task to drink. In the impenetrable dark the man was unseen. So officer lit match. The sudden flash of light, a pale, squire-jawed-face with keen the man contained.

The impression of officer had been growing increasingly. Liting a match again , the man vent out his note book that had been kept in his pocket. A camera in a red leather had also been kept in pocket He assuringly, picked up photo and with his pleasant look carried by pleasant heart left the place.

The night destiny had been worked out when chilly wind had increased its power with the taste of drops of rain. The wintry wind was roaring and howling. The officer caught his coat tightly and with his ignorance towards the bitter weather he continued his work. In the last of the way his artful watch found that a man lied down with closed eyes. The officer again slowed his artful movement and stopped in front of the man. Giving sparkle on the match he became surprised that after a long time he could come to his close friend. The over drink overshadowed his life. The beauty of previous time had been fully wasted. He completely had been ruined. A flow of pain stroke officer’s mind and with heavy heart he could not go forward to make his future by finding more criminals.


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