Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Priya Kavina
Founder & Owner of: Kavara Stories
Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Writing Writer
A piece of paper on the street, beat up and torn, was attractive for some reason. I picked it up, it was partly drenched; the words were slipping off the page. It wasn’t a love note, neither was it made of words of hate. It spoke of resuscitation, but from what, I did not understand. I read it over and over again, and it remained, dampening my hand. A man bumped into me, his coffee now on my jacket. Watch it, he tells me and resumes his hustle. I forgot New York was my land. Back to the note, I read again, but why can’t I understand? Hieroglyphics shield the page, but language I understand. So I need a translator? Hire him, I can.