Happiness

There was a man working unflaggingly for years. In the process he confined himself to few people who were also connected with him merely because of commercial work.

This man believed that real contentment comes with collecting fortune and chasing materialistic things.

Then one fine day, he was crestfallen despite having an access to all sort of luxury. He had thousands of people working for him and under him but he had no one to talk.

For the first time, he realised that having someone close whom you can rely upon or a friend or two with whom you can share anything and everything could have saved him from those inner struggle.

The real source or happiness lied somewhere else but sadly, it was too late.