The room was dimly lit only by the light of a single candle. Curtains were pulled down. The room had a gloomy look around it.
Jon stood up on the table and began to put the rope around his neck. He still remembered how he had been rejected for jobs numerous times only because he was hearing impaired. He was very talented and highly educated. But in spite of all this, he couldn't get a job.
Bzzzz! The bell rang suddenly.
Should I go for it? Or just end it here and now? Who could be there? What would they want?
With a million questions flooding his mind, Jon came out of the bedroom and closed the door so that no one can see inside, and slowly he went to the door.
He opened the door
"A letter for you sir." The old mailman said.
"For me? You must be mistaken my friend. No one wants me."
"No, it's for you, Jon D'silva, isn't that you?"
Jon took the envelope and started opening it.
"Sir, Can I get some water please?"
"Yeah sure, why not? Come in."
The mailman entered and sat down. Jon brought him a glass of water.
The mailman suddenly stopped drinking and said - "Hey son come here...
I'm here for a special reason."
"Wh-what special reason?"
"My son is an entrepreneur and he wants you for a special job."
"Wh-what? Are you serious?"
"Well Yes. They have encountered an ancient manuscript that requires a high understanding of sign language. And who better than one with hearing impairment for sign language."
Jon was delighted and shocked at the same time.
Slowly with trembling hands, he opened the envelope. And there it was. He was being offered a fortune.
"Be there at 9 am tomorrow."
"Y-yes", stammered Jon.
"And yeah, take that rope down". With that the mailman left and Jon kept looking at the closed door of the bedroom.