THE REAL MEANS OF PLEASURE It was a calm winter evening,almost growing dark.The evening sun painted the sky with the shades of yellow,orange and then red.Alen Trivor was occupied with a stone bench in the Victoria park.there were a few people and he could still see figures like shadows on the footpath.The patches of light thrown by the street lamps disappeared into the gloom and darkness of the pine grove.Triver was enjoying the scene.The gloomness around him suited his mood. He struggled himself to find a pleasure in it to make his mind relieved.
He felt the faint moon light enjoyed as in the childhood.Stars were strewn in the sky like steaks of corn flakes, which drew Alen into his past memories....................................................................
It seem yesterday that he was threwn to the dullness of the street, from the blazing luxurious life.Before at his golden days ,he was a renowned business man.He could even buy the whole London city square!!! "it was all my fault"Alen murmured himself.I believed my son the most;and kept all my expectations over him.And now he is the one who threw me into the street as he gained all my money and pleasures. But could I ever gain any means of pleasure when I had money and troubles? He asked himself.But at the moment he realized that he was sitting in the park lost in memories ,a clear voice arised from him-"no",I could never buy any pleasure with my money and fame.Only now,when I sits released from the locks of relationships". At that moment,he felt the park in the dusk as the right place for all who were disappointed and feeling defeated in life's struggle like him.
