Taste of Success

by Kavita

“Cheers!” The group shouted together.

It was my life’s most important evening. I was in Grand Plaza with my clients and representatives of other companies. We had gathered to discuss our respective ideas that would revolutionise the client’s business. Even though I had no idea what each company had to present, I was more than certain that I had a beautiful thought to unveil.

It was an idea born in a Tuesday morning shower and was in its youth by the time I reached my workplace. In less than 30 minutes, I had painted the idea on a 20-slide presentation. Every question, every doubt and every possibility – all clarified in no time. It was effortless, it was magical!

As a Creative Director, I had worked on many brilliant and big ideas. I had helped my team unleash their own creativity and had seen many clients grinning at the success of work done by them. Yes, I had been on the glory ride before but this was different. This gem was from the deepest corner of my heart and it was an initiative that I had decided will not be at the mercy of a client’s approval. I was happy and proud of the spark that had ignited in my head.

A day after I had presented my idea to my supervisor, I was sitting with my client and was waiting to start the fireworks. I was cheering for and appreciating every presentation.

“That was fantastic!” said my client.

I nodded in approval, smiled and gulped down my wine. I was loving the wait even though it was very difficult to hold what I had in my mind. I was tasting success already with every sip of the sweet French wine.

“Sir, would you like one more?” The waiter asked seeing my empty glass.
“Of course!” I said.

I had at least 20 minutes more to preside and I wanted my spirits as high as possible.

“Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!” “Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!”
“Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!” “Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!”
“Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!” “Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!”

I sprung out of the bed. I felt dizzy, I looked around.

“Where am I?” I thought.

It took me some time but I came to my senses and realised that I was in my house. I looked at the clock. To my horror, it was 11am! My phone was ringing aloud. As I picked it up, it stopped ringing. I had 5 missed calls from my supervisor. With great difficulty, I got out of my bed to drink a glass of water. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I opened my laptop and logged into my mailbox. There was one email from my boss.

David, What the hell happened last night? Where are you?
How did the Crimson guys win the project? Can you please call me as soon as possible?

“How the hell?!” I shouted.

My head was spinning. I drank more water and spent a few minutes trying to recall the events of the previous evening. I looked at the glass of water and suddenly remembered my wine glass being filled.

“Then what?” I said to myself.

Like a nightmare, the visuals after that ran in front of my eyes. As I drank up my wine, someone finished their presentation. Everyone stood up to applaud and as I tried to get up, the ceiling had started moving, people’s faces began to melt and the voices faded away. And then there was a loud thud; mostly of my head falling on the table.

“Oh my god!” I shouted and threw the glass of water towards the wall.
“No! No! No!” I howled and punched the wall.
“No! No! No!”

A million nos fell from my mouth that morning. If only one had come out for that last glass of wine. 

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