Life couldn’t have been better, for Roy, the go-getter.
While his job paid him handsome, his love life had turned awesome. With a
promotion round the corner, Roy had already planned for the summer - a holiday
with Janet, his girl, in the beaches of Bahama, soaking the sun, sipping
lemonade, in his blue pyjama.
And then like a villain fate intervened, what seemed
sunny till now suddenly turned grim, when on a warm Sunday morning he passed by
the mirror, the corner of his eyes caught the worst possible horror.
Pimples!!! Roy had got pimples, that hid his cute
dimples.
How?
He knew not.
Why?
Oh God! Oh God!
He then heard a knock, on his door that was locked.
Walking with tears, of doubts and fears, he peeped in through the keyhole.
There, stood Janet, with a bouquet of roses whole.
Oops, no way could he face her now.
But she banged the door as hard as she could, until it
finally turned into shreds of fragmented wood.
Then, with her mouth covering her face, she evoked a
feeling of shock and disgrace. “What happened to you, Roy? Oh my my my!”
He looked into her eyes, and saw a hint of tear. Yet she
smiled, perhaps to just make him cheer.
“I think this is it,” declared he, at the end of his
wits. How could he fantasise of Bahama, in his blue pyjamas, when in reality
life had thrown him into the worst possible dilemma. Wherever he went, people
started at his pimples, ignoring his suaveness, his once visible dimples.
His work suffered, his morale hit a low, opinions with
boss differed, and Roy’s performance became a no-show.
“I am sorry young man, but you have to leave. The spark
in your work is now lost I believe.”
And thus our friend Roy, who once kissed the skies, now
lived in sorrows and sighs.
Life, but, indeed is queer. Though it messes up weird, it
also paves the way clear.
One night Roy dreamt of a treasure hidden, so real it
seemed that even when he awoke, this thought had got him smitten.
“I need to find the treasure, to rub it on my wounds like
an eraser.”
Next night he dreamt the same, but with a clarity that
changed the game. He now knew the place – a forest by the beaches of Lake
Klase, and off like a wind his dream he chased.
He carried a spade, and a saw, and a big bag of food, and
then reached the spot in the darkened woods. He made a small circle at the spot
of his dream, the excitement in his eyes transporting him to an all new realm.
He dug and dug and dug, when he suddenly felt his spade
hitting something soft, he looked deeper, and surprise, surprise, this wasn’t
what he had thought.
Instead of gold and diamond and silver sheen, there lied
at the spot a pack of Garnier Pure Active Neem. He pondered for a while, and
then he realized, to make his life go well, he didn’t need jewels, but a gift
that would be wise, something that would boost his confidence and make him
rise. He applied the pack on his face, and then washed it with the water of
Lake Klase. He returned home with his treasure, happy and delighted, his
endeavour gave him pleasure, his morale now alighted.
The next day he woke and ran straight to the mirror. He
smiled and laughed on finding no traces of the horror. The pimple was gone, the
dimple was back, his happy days returned, he got what he lacked.
Roy invited Janet to a romantic dinner at a chalet. They
had wine, some music and even danced to a ballet.
He got back his job, his performance touched the stars,
with promotion due next week, the Bahamas holiday is certainly not too far.
Be smart, be aware. Pollution harms your skin, so beware.
A clean face will make you glow, good luck and fortune will then seamlessly
flow. Adopt Garnier Pure Active Neem and change your fate. My friends, do not
wait before it’s too late.
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