The Fork Part 2 (Read by Kushal Holla)

A path is chosen...

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
He chose the right, The earth beneath his shoes shifted
ever so slightly, as if the universe itself acknowledged the
weight of his decision. The path narrowed at first, tight,
gravely unsure, but soon it widened into pavement, then marble

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than glass. Within five years, his name was printed on
glossy magazines and whispered in dark corners of power. Ten
years in it was etched into skyscrapers. His voice moved markets,
His words could build or break reputations. He wasn't just influential,

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he was inevitable. His suits were handstitched in Milan. His
watch cost more than his child at home. His flights
didn't involve lines or boarding groups, just his jet, his rules,
his sky. But his silence grew louder with every floor
he climbed. The offices were sleek, spotless, soulss His penthouse

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overlooked the city like a god. But no one waited
for him at home. No toys cluttered the floor, no
arms wrapped around his neck. At the end of the day,
just the quiet hum of automation and the click of
designer shoes on imported floors. He was remembered by everyone

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and known by no one. Sometimes he'd walked through the
glass halls late at night, the city glowing beneath him
like a promise. He'd pause at his own reflection, sharp jaw,
tired eyes, perfect posture. He'd wonder what his kids would
have looked like, whether they'd have his laugh, whether he

(01:54):
would have had one left to give. He had created
a legacy so vast even time would take note. But sometimes,
in the middle of meetings or in the back of
a chauffeured car, he'd feel a phantom tug, small hands
around his finger, a smile that never got born. Still

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he pressed on because he had chosen and choices. Real
ones carve us more than we carved them.