by Kamal Aggarwal, HSI Student
Conny M, the Silent Tycoon
Conny M. was once a sharp and successful businessman. He built his company from the ground up — practical, focused, and always in control. People respected him for his discipline and clear thinking. But now, in his older years, something had changed. His thoughts had slowed. He struggled to remember meetings, names, even why he walked into a room. He didn’t feel much anymore. No excitement, no anger—just a quiet numbness. His team noticed he had become distant, almost cold.
His body was weakening. Standing up from his office chair took effort. His legs felt heavy, and sometimes he felt dizzy when turning his head. Bright lights in the boardroom made his eyes water, and he often wore sunglasses indoors.
He had lost interest in relationships. Even during moments of closeness, his body didn’t respond. He felt embarrassed, so he avoided intimacy altogether.
Conny had a hard lump in his chest, near his right breast. He didn’t talk about it. He hated doctors. He believed if he ignored it, it would go away. But deep down, he feared it might be something serious. Even his habits became more rigid. He refused to change his routine, believed in odd superstitions, and kept strange objects in his office for “luck.” His employees whispered that he was becoming forgetful and strange.
But Conny didn’t care. He felt like he was slowly turning into stone—his body, his emotions, even his mind. He still showed up at work, still signed papers, but the fire was gone.
And yet, sometimes, when he looked out the window at the business empire he helped build, he felt a flicker of pride. A small reminder of the man he used to be. Just a flicker!
