With the chippering sounds of birds and the fresh air of early morning; the crystal sparkling rays of the sun were falling from the open window into the dark where a man was laying on a big bed.
The deep blue sea-like eyes suddenly meet the world upon the sound of the alarm which was turned off by the same man.
" Again the same dream, why?"
This was the question that popped into the mind of a man who was the hire of K&P industries, the industries that were known in the world for their immense power. No one was capable enough to compete; their legacy and heritage were unmeetable.
"why this sound, who is that person, what is that person asking for, why does it feel so intimate?"
Every morning started with the same question
The dream holds a voice but no face, a sound but blurred, and a sense of touch but with no sensation. This image was a memory or just a peculiar dream he was never able to discover. Whatever the thing was; he was bothered by it a lot.
The man stated above was a true epitome of a workaholic; therefore, his work life used to get started as soon as he was up from bed; leaving no time for any sort of distraction.