My Experience

I had parked my car in the parking zone near my house. I was shocked to see it being towed away when I woke up after a great party last night with my BFF Montu. I was in a country far away from my own and had to give away on the luxury of having a car as I had been short on my payments. I had brought this shiny red car after being completely fed up after my mother's continuous demands.

I had to walk a few miles before I reached the cabin of the Bank Manager of my account, who was also a good friend and a mentor to me.

The value of all the shares I had brought had slashed and had taken a big dip southwards. Making money fraudulently was easy a few years ago, but now - a - days you can't even think of it.

My TV cable connection was down as well and only after a few challenges I was able to just renew my web pack.

That evening was dark and gloomy for me as I was a bit depressed. I just thought about the bad fate that had struck me and no wonder only a big piece of luck and fortune was required to overcome that. The standard and orthodox way to overcome the situation was to start working, which I hadn't done in the last few years. No one in the community knew what I did except lurking around with my car, girls and alcohol.

One fine sunday morning, I went to meet my Bank Manager who was, to my surprise, having brunch with a very beautiful lady. I thought I should leave them alone, after I got to know their plans to watch a film together. But I secretly followed them and went on to watch the film, a boring love story, which left the young couples mad in love, and others full of yawns and sleep. The next day I experienced, like every other week, Monday Morning Blues, and my conditions worsened, as I started feeling the fear of failure, the worst fear to have in the world.