Mystery is the New Black

Life is full of mystery isn’t it? And as a human being we tend to seek answers and feed our curiosity but sometimes fate plays tricks on us and mystery wants to remain a a mystery.

It was a normal Saturday winter morning in New York City. I just woke up ( 10:46 AM) have no plans on brushing my teeth, it’s my dayoff anyway and was about to go to my favorite deli place which is a block away and ordered my usual: medium coffee and bagels with cream cheese. I moved here for quite sometime but never had any luck, I am struggling like any other people in the world except for Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk or Kylie Jenner of course. Oh! and sorry, too much detour, right? This was not a normal Saturday morning, my bad. As I was returning to my apartment, some guy snatched my phone with my credit cards, cash, and IDs in it! Worst of all, he also snatched my keys! This day could not get any worse. By the way, I live in a bad neighborhood. How else can I afford living in New York, eh? Plus, I am two weeks behind rent! What was I thinking bringing valuables with me?

I went to the police station and “we will call you when we have any leads” was all I got when I left. I was crying and feeling hopeless sitting on a park bench. I did not feel hungry at all. So I said to myself, “I’ll save my bagel for later.” While I was mumbling stuff because of my disappointment, a homeless man- placed his cart full of random stuff went sitting adjacent to me and asked for food and drinks. I was about to burst out to him about how my Saturday was a disaster, I thought to my self that this guy has it worst. So I just gave him a bagel wothout heaitation and his face turned bright and thanked me by giving me a black book. I thanked him. I found it weird but okay. He was just probably happy with the bagels. It’s black and its my favorite color..or shade..I don’t know. I opened it and there was a $100 bill and I turned to him and he was gone! I flipped to second page and VOILA! Two $100 bills! Three $100 bills and so on! I could pay my bills and rent for the next three months. My heart was filled with joy and excitement. I was celebrating in the park. I looked like a lunatic. I tried to look for the man, but he was nowhere to be found. It was such a mystery. I tried to have the cash checked because they might be fake but no, they were authentic. I spent it in a good way everytime I do good deeds I flip the pages and I find money in there. Well, it works if your good deeds are straight out from the heart not just because. Eventually, money stopped showing up.

Several weeks after that joyous day, I saw $1 bill picked it up. As I turned to the corner I saw a homeless man and gave the $1. He did not say a word, and I asked him if he needs food. He responded, “I just need the black book back.” My eyes grew wider, I just remembered this gentleman and I did not hesitate to go to my apartment as fast as I could and grab it. I told him to wait and when I got back there and he was still waiting. I wanted to asked him a lot of things, he just said, “you deserve it and you’re welcome.” And I was like, are you a fairy or some angel of some sort? My brain was itching with questions and curiousity. But my phone phone rang ( yes, I got a new phone) and I turned back to where the gentleman was and he was gone, nowhere to be found once again. Up to this day, still a mystery. In my own “universe” as to where I dwell, I have this trend called “MYSTERY IS THE NEW BLACK”