THE GREY EYED STRANGER.

It was one cold winter evening when I decided to grab some cookies and hot chocolate on my way home, suddenly I saw a stranger playing the violin, an air of melancholy surrounded him, he was a neatly dresses man with perfect English physique, his glittery grey eyes saw me gazing at him, and the next thing I know was he standing right next to me. I got drenched with thoughts and decided to run but his baritone made me stop at once, with a very gentle smile on his face he said hello kiddo, annoyed with whatever was happening I greeted him with a smile. He introduced himself as Charles Wain from Central Park South, (wait isn't that the most expensive street in town?) A man from the richest locality in town playing on streets? I readily asked what was he doing near Houston. He told that he owns a small software company downtown, and it's been 48 years that he built this empire but all this is of no use to him now. 

The gentleman increased my curiosity on the subject. He took me to the nearest waffle shop and couldn't help but go. We chit-chatted for hours before he told me about his soul passion for learning and playing different musical instruments across the world. There was something in his eyes that assured me to sit and listen to a complete stranger, he gave me a piece of advice to always go after your passion ALWAYS, and somehow I kept the fact that I'm not a very emotional being aside and started to feel every bit of an emotion in my body, it all got magnified. Charles shared his life experience including how at the age of 60 he had no one to share his life with. His wife left him years ago and he claimed that he haad no time for her back then. 

For the first time in my entire life, I was listening to something with every ounce of my being. Later that evening, right before parting ways with him Charles handed me an envelope with a promise to open it after three hours from now. So I went home to a shower and opened the letter before going to bed, OH DEAR LORD! These were some very confidential papers of Charles's company stating that it now belongs to Kiara Merriam Tribbiani. How on Earth does he happen to know my full name? I came running down to mom narrating the entire series of the entire event that occurred, my mother got cold feet and she told me how Charles Wain the owner of Wain & CO. committed suicide an hour ago. The grey-eyed stranger changed my life forever.