Holding hands

Last evening, three young professionals visited me. Of them, there was a senior, who joyously informed, that he was moving to another financial institution, at better compensation package, a higher designation and where the prospects to grow were ample. Post the cake cutting, in celebration of the move, a conversation ensued, during which, the senior spoke the most. I could see the other two youngsters, a man and a girl, were listening in rapt attention that was equally supported by the glimmer of hope, flashing in their wide open eyes, for themselves, in the context of growth and progress.