The Window Between Worlds In the heart of a shining city built on glass and gold lived a man named Elias Ward. He was a billionaire tech mogul, surrounded by the sleek silence of wealth—chauffeurs, private elevators, and a skyline penthouse that kissed the clouds  .He had everything money could buy, except the one thing that couldn’t be purchased: peace.  One evening, restless and unable to sleep, Elias walked alone through the city. For once, he left behind the tinted windows and security teams. Just him, in a hoodie, unnoticed. As he wandered deeper into the forgotten streets of the city, he stumbled upon a boy sketching on the sidewalk with chalk. The boy looked up, eyes bright with curiosity, his clothes worn but his spirit untouched. “You’re up late,” Elias said. The boy shrugged. “I draw when I’m hungry. It helps me forget. ”Elias sat beside him, unsure why. “Do you draw what you dream of?” The boy nodded and pointed to the picture. It was a house—not big, not fancy. Just warm. A kitchen, a dog, and a family smiling at a dinner table .“Is that your house?” Elias asked .The boy looked down. “Not yet. But someday .”Elias stared at the drawing, silent. No boardroom had ever struck him so deeply. No profit margin had ever made him feel so small. The boy yawned and curled up on a cardboard sheet. Elias stood there, watching. He had built empires on algorithms, created wealth beyond measure—but he couldn’t stop thinking of that picture, that boy, that dream

The next morning, headlines spread like wildfire. “Tech Billionaire Steps Down, Launches Foundation to End Street Poverty ”But it wasn’t just about money. Elias built a bridge between his world and theirs. He funded homes, yes—but also schools, healthcare, mentorship programs. He didn’t just write checks. He walked the streets. He listened .One year later, at a newly opened youth centre, he saw a familiar drawing framed on the wall. The house. The kitchen. The smile. And beside it, in a corner filled with light, was the boy—this time with clean clothes, a full belly, and a future in his eyes. “Do you remember me?” Elias asked. The boy grinned. “Of course. You were the man who saw the drawing and decided to build it—for everyone.”