Mr. Tasha returned home and took a nap for about half an hour.
After waking up, he went to the kitchen, took a steak, and began searing it slowly with butter and a few herbs. Their tempting aroma could be smelled from afar.
Mr. Tasha enjoyed cooking.
He always cooked for himself, so he considered it free time in which he could create in his own way each time.
Once his meal was ready, Mr. Tasha took the knife and fork and began cutting, savoring every bite.
…
Time passed quickly.
Sunset knocked at the doors, and night drew its curtains.
The day of nothingness went well. Mr. Tasha lived it in isolation, having cut off all means of communication for the day after sending a message the night before saying he would not attend.
The time of nothingness he spent today carried great meaning.
Mr. Tasha was living with himself and living the moment, unlike many people who are merely alive and rarely truly live.
Today, his progress in awakening his emotions reached a higher level.
He was certain that the principle of dedicating time to oneself would help achieve desired outcomes more effectively.
After spending some time thinking about the results of his day, Mr. Tasha went to take a shower, then went to bed early.
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The next morning.
Mr. Tasha did not go to work, as it was a day off for everyone. He had told Charlie to inform them.
Charlie informed all the employees that the engagement celebration on Saturday would be held at Mr. Tasha's house.
Mr. Tasha left his home and took a taxi.
"Hello, sir. Where to?" the driver asked politely, maintaining a bright smile as he spoke.
"Take me to Vitola Street 5." Mr. Tasha said calmly.
The driver played some jazz music. The melody was dreamy, carrying you from reality into a dream.
'What a beautiful tune. Jazz music? A good idea.' A wonderful thought crossed Mr. Tasha's mind, and he decided to apply it that evening.
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Vitola Street 5, Monopoly.
Mr. Tasha looked at the many shops, and his eyes quickly found what he was looking for.
'The Calm Event Organizer.' That was the shop's name.
Mr. Tasha knew this place because he had worked here in his youth. During that time, he had noticed one thing:
Efficiency and precision, And when creativity was required, they would create and amaze.
Mr. Tasha entered the shop. As usual, it was empty.
He had worked with the owner before.
The man was usually outside and would not enter the shop unless he saw a customer.
Mr. Tasha sat on a chair and waited.
Thirty seconds.
One minute.
A minute and a half, The shop door finally opened.
An old man with a white beard and an elegant appearance entered, leaning on a cane and walking slowly.
Mr. Tasha felt pity for age.
This old man had once been strong, with a firm and proud voice. But no matter how far you go, time will catch up to crush you.
Time and life did their work perfectly.
Even if you lived humbly your entire life, you might be rewarded and live happily in what remains of it. At other times, you might live with arrogance and hollow pride, only for life to humble you through age and force humility upon you.
Despite his sternness, the old man was very kind and polite, proud of his work and unwilling to have his competence underestimated. Yet even for someone like him, life would not stop doing its work.
The old man sat on the chair opposite Mr. Tasha and looked at him calmly.
"Hello, young man. How are you?" The old man's tone was as if he were speaking to his grandson.
"Hello, uncle. I'm well. And you?" Mr. Tasha replied with a smile.
"In the best of health, certainly. But have I seen you somewhere before?" Confusion was evident in his voice.
"Yes. I worked with you in my youth, fifteen years ago."
"Fifteen years ago? The way you speak resembles that boy, Tasha. Is that you?" The old man's tone grew emotional as memories resurfaced.
"Yes, it's me, Tasha. I knew you would remember me." Mr. Tasha showed no outward emotion, but happiness filled his heart.
"How could I forget you? You were special. Your conduct, your speech, the ambition visible in your eyes, you were blazing. I'm truly happy to see you. Even though you look a bit worn now, you've achieved a lot and still aspire to more." the old man said confidently.
"Yes, I've achieved things, and I truly want more... I'm just a greedy human." Mr. Tasha laughed softly.
"Let's leave the past, Tasha. It brings a little joy and warmth, and a lot of sadness. What brings you here today?"
"I'd like to organize an engagement party for my friend, at a villa, today." Mr. Tasha explained.
"Today? That's possible. Very well, What's your vision for the party? How would you like it to be?" the old man asked practically.
"A simple party, with calm jazz music that revives hearts. Beyond that, it's up to you. I know this place's competence, which is why I came here."
"I understand. Leave the rest to me, I may look old, but I'm still who I was." the old man said as he stood, gestured for Mr. Tasha to leave, then closed the shop and headed elsewhere.
After a while, he returned and asked Mr. Tasha about the location. Mr. Tasha gave him the spare keys and the address, then left in a taxi.
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Mr. Tasha sat in an upscale restaurant waiting for his order.
He truly felt happy today, recalling parts of the past.
He felt gratitude as well, The old man had been generous to him in his youth, and no matter how Mr. Tasha tried to repay him, he was certain the old man would refuse.
Happiness from the past, forgotten kindness, quiet gratitude, these were unfamiliar feelings, ones Mr. Tasha had missed.