Just 7, but he had to get away somehow. he knew he had to. His mother was stuck in a marriage and she couldn't get away because she was bound by the supreme law, the law of God. Sadly his mother didn't choose to remember the part in the Holy Book, which spoke about justice to women and their rights. She chose to live the life which wasn't her's. But he knew he chose different. He knew no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change his mother's opinion, to shatter that glass of illusion which had aged over the 10 years of marital bondage. She had been a free spirited woman but was now confined in the walls of values imbibed in her. Her parents had been firm and gentle. The perfect combo, as they call it nowadays.
7 year old boy couldn't possibly survive in a world of harsh reality, different from the one in which his mother had lived. Probably, because she chose not to go out. She chose to dim all the lamps of life, which, though, flickering shed enough amount of light to reveal the darkness in her life. She was an intelligent woman but all she could gather from her intelligence bank to redeem herself was next to nil. She well, did try to do the best she could. Atleast he tried to tell himself that. But the illusion about his mother was the only illusion he saw in his life. Nothing about life could convince him that things in life are to be accepted just as they are. Nothing is as meant to be. His belief about God went hand in hand with facts about life. All he knew for now, was to get away and make it big, much bigger than his father did. His father wasn't the drunkard who came home late at night, he was a socialite, but very little of the people who knew him, could tell where he stood financially. He had enough to last his lifetime. Precisely that. His life. As soon as we would be dead, people would come encroaching upon their lives. His mother's condition wouldn't change much though. She would still be the tight lipped woman she had always been. He felt his memories about his mother laughing at his antics was a distant memory. For a 70 yr old things like these could be distant, but for a 7yr old may be not.
The uncle who always had his dad spending out of his estate, would be the first to kill the very soul of them. Mother would never raise her voice, and God forbid if such a thing should happen, if his dad really died, his uncle would happily employ him as an apprentice. Why I say apprentice, is because, apprentices are not necessarily given as much as the Director or Chairman of a company would be given. Long before he would turn 21, to be given his rights his uncle would drain everything out of the company to invest in the sister company, (in this case - Brother Company). He would be left with, virtually, nothing. All he had to do was to find a way of escape. Thanks to the Law of the Land, he had way more Sections and Sub- Sections to deal with, besides, his uncle would have the best lawyers employed. But, the bigger hurdle was to get the Court to take him seriously. For a 7 year old to file any sort of a petition, he needed to be older. When he read a newspaper report a plan began to form in his mind. He would plan a better escape than any in history. He wouldn't have to run away, he needn't even fight. All he required was, as magicians put it, 'The Perfect Timing'. All he needed were two things, his father and his mother, together. Your parents together. How hard can that be? Ask them to come down a short flight of stairs into the living room. But let me spell it out for you.
He wanted his father to give his mother the permission to do one thing. To be his heir. Usually you'd want the son to be named as his heir, but that was exactly the opposite of what he wanted, his father to name his mother his heir, with a situation where his angry uncle would be the fire for the stove, a terrible situation as the cooking oil, his father's famous friends, his 'popular socialite friends', to be of a little help (for once), and a certain individual to be present to see all the ingredients were cooked the perfect way.
And his opportunity came 1 week later, and it seemed things had been written among the stars... Eventful and eventually..
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