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Resignation
The office clerk is a speechless creature. Show him displeasure, and he will stand rigidly, shifting his posture. Scold a porter, and he will abandon his load and walk away. Reprimand a beggar, and he will turn away with a look of anger. Even a donkey, sometimes feeling the pain, will begin to droop its ears; but the poor office clerk, however you might show your displeasure, scold him, rebuke him, or even kick him, his face will show no sign of suffering. The control he has over his emotions is perhaps unmatched even by the most serene saint. A paragon of patience, a statue of forbearance, a true loyalist, containing within him all the best of human qualities. Even a ruin has its day, experiencing the festive lighting of Diwali, feels the lush green of the rains, has its share in nature's moods; but the luck of this poor clerk never awakens. No ray of light ever touches his dark destiny. No smile ever brightens his pale face. For him, it is a dry summer, never the verdant monsoon. Lala Fateh Chand was just such a voiceless being.
They say a person's name has an effect on their life. In Fateh Chand's case, this did not hold true. Perhaps if he were called 'Harichand', it would not be an exaggeration. Disappointment surrounded him in the office, in life, in friendships. No son, three daughters; no brother, two sisters-in-law, not a penny, yet a longing for respect, not a single true friend—any friendship ended in betrayal, and health was also not good—his hair had turned into a tangled mess by the age of thirty-two. His eyes lacked brightness, digestion was poor, his face pale, cheeks sunken, his back bowed, no courage in his heart, no strength in his soul. He went to the office at nine o'clock and returned home at six in the evening. Then the courage to leave the house failed him. He had no idea what was happening in the world. His world, his entire existence, was his office. He endured the drudgery of his job and made it through each day. He had no connection with religion or faith. No entertainment, no games. It seemed an age since he last played cards.
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