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Once upon a time there was a tiny green worm called Wormi living under the Earth. Wormi had only one worry; no one appreciated its singing, no matter how fine it sang. One day it came out in the Sun and a bird picked it as its food. “O, please birdie, do not eat me,” it sang in a pitiful but melodious voice. The birdie was shocked and put the Wormi down on the ground. “Heh, you can sing beautifully, you can be famous.” Wormi looked up at the birdie, and said, “Yeah, I know, but no one appreciates my singing,” it said with sad round eyes. “How can anyone know about your singing if you lie down underneath?” The Wormi looked shocked, “But that's where I live. If I were to come out won't birds like you eat me up?” The birdie laughed out loud and said, all birds may not appreciate your singing but that should not stop you from singing out in the open. There always will be someone to protect and help you, just have faith in yourself and your singing,” saying this, the birdie flew away. Wormi thought long and hard, risks were many but the love of singing could not be held in the heart for long and hence from next day onwards Wormi sang loud and clear out in the open but at the same time ensuring its safety too.
This could be your story, make a choice, get your talent published and be known and face the risks of criticism or encouragement at the same time; or, stay hidden deep inside the heart and Earth.
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EditorialPage 2
CryptogramPage 10
Cryptogram Hint and SolutionPage 13
By Saxena Page 20
Manjula The Bond
By Vishnu VardhananPage 15-19
RainDropsBy Rajendra Pradhan
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THE UPROOTED TREE By Susma Sharma Gurumayum
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Running - SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCA
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Shout at Wind- SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCA
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Pool of Tears- SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCA
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FateA Hebrew Folktale
Page 8The Smuggler
A Tale from the Middle EastPage 9
Dhirendra AshthanaPage 6
Rainbow in three colorDe Rahul
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- By Saxena ManjulaPage 5- By Dhirendra Asthana
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- By Dhirendra Asthana - By Saxena Manjula Nov 2011
http://dhirendrakasthana.blogspot.com
Dhirendra Ashthana Rainbow in three Colors - By De Rahul Nov 2011Nov 2011
Rainbow in three Colors
In this rain, when I touch my handI feel your slender palm.
This tree speaks with me in the language,Which I use when I am drunk.
I see the rain drops rolling downfrom the leaves of that tree
and then I think of You.
This rain drop make noisebut when I hear carefully,
They speak your name.
This is so intoxicating,I want to go out and fell rain on my face.
but I can’t go out.
Your absense haunts me.
Again, I sit and write about this,So that when you read it,
You will not miss this beauty.
The more I think, less I write.
Suddenly I see you and me,walking in the rain,
looking into each other’s eyesand saying nothing.
And suddenly I see you and me,Melting in that rain,
washing ourselves with self.
- De Rahul
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Fate - A Hebrew Folktale The Sumggler - A Tale from the Middle East Nov 2011Nov 2011
FateA Hebrew Folktale
The SmugglerA Tale from the Middle East
A clever smuggler came to the border with a donkey. The donkey's back was heavily laden with straw. The official at the border was suspicious and pulled apart the man's bundles till there was straw all around, but not a valuable thing in the straw was found. "But I'm certain you're smuggling something," the official said, as the man crossed the border.
Now each day for ten years the man came to the border with a donkey. Although the official searched and searched the straw bundles on the donkey's back, he never could find anything valuable hidden in them.
Many years later, after the official had retired, he happened to meet that same smuggler in a marketplace and said, "Please tell me, I beg you. Tell me, what were you smuggling? Tell me, if you can."
"Donkeys," said the man.
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King Solomon's servant came breathlessly into the court, "Please! Let me borrow your fastest horse!" he said to the King. "I must be in a town ten miles south of here by nightfall!"
"Why?" asked King Solomon.
“Because," said his shuddering servant, "I just met Death in the garden! Death looked me in the face! I know for certain I'm to be taken and I don't want to be around when Death comes to claim me!"
"Very well," said King Solomon. "My fastest horse has hoofs like wings. TAKE HIM." Then Solomon walked into the garden. He saw Death sitting there with a perplexed look on its face. "What's wrong?" asked King Solomon.
Death replied, "Tonight I'm supposed to claim the life of your servant whom I just now saw in your garden. But I'm supposed to claim him in a town ten miles south of here! Unless he had a horse with hooves like wings, I don't see how he could get there by nightfall . . ."
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from where comes the love,comes the pool of fear,
the fright of interrogation,guilt,
I hear.
From where comes the mourning,late afternoon,
and evening,comes the spirit,
and singing,dancing, ringing.
I hear the bells,
the crows,the chaffinch,and it shows,my hearing.
From where comes the whistling,
comes the pool of tears,the laughter we hear.
Here!
Pool of Tears
Pool of Tears - SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCA
Cryptogram
Cryptogram
1. BWSR DWIVFYI BFAR WU BWPR H IMRR DWIVFYI EBFUUFQ HNC SMYWI
2. V MVM CUNFF CUVBWT CXMZI; QVTT IXO, QVTT IXO, ZBM QVTT IXO
3. ZMJ HEPEL IHMB BCXA ZMJ CXPE JHADO ZMJ OMWE DA, XHS MHQE ZMJ OMWE DA, ZMJ QXH HEPEL VEA DA GXQI
4. HCGIJHR ILDGT WCDZ GIZH YAJGJHR TJHBZ J MCH’G ZXZH VHCY YIAG J’W YAJGJHR NCD AHQWCDZ
5. GZ’O OV XHEPZ ZV BGJT ZQPZ VJE OIENGPD IEHOVJ YVC APJZ ZV PJJVY BVH ZQE HEOZ VB YVCH DGBE
6. LZUP NCZNXC XEQC FKG GEC TEPW PWCEB LJUEY UPEXX JKNXFICG. PWCI KCQCB GFBC PZ PBI SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCA
Y Stiwdio. Tynllan. Llanelltyd. Dolgellau.Gwynedd LL40 2SUTelephone & Fax +44 (0)1341 423537
Mobile: 07411 455775Email: - [email protected]
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THE UPROOTED TREE - By Susma Sharma Gurumayum
THE UPROOTED TREE
'An' uprooted tree on the side of a road…No leaves, broken branches, barks falling,
Oh! The cyclone two years back did it.Its here,
But the lives lost, thanks to nature,Are not here…
There relatives are,Some pass this road,
Some sees the wood, some don't.To some, the wood serves as a reminder of those sad times.
Some sees it as a piece of trash.Others, like me, make tragic stories out of it.
Some artist looks at it from an angle beautiful,And paints it,
Making it stay forever, at least till the painting gets destroyed.An admirer of the painting clicks a picture of the same,
Uploads it on the internet,And thus immortalizing the uprooted tree at least till the internet exist,
Till the world exist?A browser, admiring its beauty, downloads the same picture.
It is now hung on the wall of a room of a house,'The' uprooted tree on the side of the road…
Running
So far they led usinto the green hills,
where we stood backand let the past follow.
Dealt with dice,
life becomesabstract, dreaming
of distances and partitions
if only it lasted longer
Running / Shout At Wind- SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCA
Can you clamberthrough the rocks
slipping into wateroily boots leaking?
Can you stride outover dewy moors
peat boggedwith no direction?
Will you come with me
to these placesmy spaces
and make history?
Will you sit a whileamid the berried hedges,
sheltering,remembering?
Will we shout at the wind,
running, laughingknowing
that this is oursfor the taking
or
Will you stay home,stay safe and bleed?
Shout at the Wind
SONJA BENSKIN MESHER RCAY Stiwdio. Tynllan. Llanelltyd. Dolgellau.Gwynedd LL40
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Hints and Solutions for Cryptogram
1. Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit. - Kahlil Gibran
2. I did three things today; miss you, miss you, and miss you
3. You never know what you have until you lose it, and once you lose it, you can never get it back
4. Nothing hurts more then waiting since I don’t even know what I’m waiting for anymore
5. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life
6. Most people live and die with their music still unplayed. They never dare to try
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Nov 2011The Bond - By Vishnu VardhananRaindrops - Rajendra Pradhan
The Bond1.35 PM29th April 2010 ADHe was nearly waging a war with the mouse. He clicked the mouse button relentlessly twice or thrice in a hurry. Nothing happened. A sudden frenzy ran through his mind to crush the pointing device and the associated components. After the entire device and the associated components costed three months salary of his dad. But at that moment he would not have thought. He was trying to submit few important documents online which are going to decide his fate. "Oh my god! Useless mouse," he blamed and ferociously clicked as if the mouse would take every tap he gives without complaining.
Added to his misery with mouse, the page started throwing an error when he clicked submit button. The computer also hanged for a moment to shrink some more muscles on his face. "Oh! This shouldn't be happening to me now,” he said. As the clock ticked to reach the stipulated time 1.53 PM, his heart pounded and his breath rate increased as if he was facing a fiery fast bowler in a World cup final. He had to join the firm next day which hardly was 17 hours away. Even though he was nervous, one part of his brain (minor part only) said, "It doesn't matter if I lose this."
He is trying to be optimistic but he was not sure if he meant it 100 % at that time. There is no point in ruing about it when it is all over and when he doesn't have any control over it. After all this cinematic dialogues he looked at the clock, it showed 1.51 PM and finally for the very last time listening to his lured mind which had little faith, he clicked on the button that had the key for his near future. It said the document has already been submitted. Those words gave him little relief from the anxieties. He let out huge sigh of relief saying, "Almighty, you saved me," unaware of the fact that he has to go through few more nerve-wrecking moments like that.
Confused? What happened was the guy got a job that he wanted so badly. Good, he got a job, then what? You might ask this but there is one more menacing thing which makes everyone think when taking a job? Here comes the twist and
every company would bring it. It is commonly called service agreement or plainly bond. A document which says the unsaid line you are my slave hereafter. But this wasn't the problem in this guy's case. He is ready to sign that too knowing all the facts but the formalities that he had to undergo were daunting which were ready to give him terrible nightmares in the subsequent events. Let's hear from the man himself.
It is always like this in my case. When it comes to job and girls this tends to happen. There were numerous job interviews and prospects of romance meticulously messed up either by me or by itself in the past. It was 1.58 PM when I almost experienced a Bollywood movie climax (since this little episode had a happy ending) laced with all thrills and excitements. The best part is its over now, I uploaded all identity, income and all damn proofs to trade off my life with a Multinational firm. Those guys from the firm had a theory that uploading necessary documents prior to date of joining would make the joining process much easier. "Is it the easy way? Hell, it looks like my life will end printing and scanning these papers,” I thought. But at that point I did not have time neither energy to criticize things. My eyes were begging for sleep since I had not slept for the past two days. I went to meet Mr. Venky in Tirupati and was dead tired. So I decided to give some joy to my tired eyes after wiping out one of the blemish (my luck with job) of my life. The time was 2.15 PM when I went to bed.
I never knew when I slept. It was a deep and peaceful nap that lasted 4 hours. When I got up reluctantly not wanting to come out of dreamy cozy world provided by sleep, the time was 6.25 PM. I refreshed myself and switched on my computer sipping a hot cup of coffee which is my untold custom after I get up. I opened my mailbox. There was a good real shock was waiting for me. I found a mail with the subject 'Released Service Agreement' which had an attachment sent by the company as a result of my document uploads. It said it had to be signed by my parents.
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They must guarantee that they will pay some Rs.1.5 lakhs if I quit before 18 months. This service agreement part was the funniest part to be honest but I was in no mood to be funny. My parents were just 100 Kilometers away and it was 7.00 PM. How can I get their signature? The technology has not improved so that my parents can digitally sign the documents online and send (Mr. Gates I bring this to your notice. Please do something). Since Mr. Gates or Larry Page had not taken technology to that level, I was left with the only option of going to my native over night sacrificing my sleep .I thought this is turning out to be a test match, 3rd day of sleepless night, “Wow, fantastic.” But it was not the time for worrying or laughing at myself? I knew that I made a mess of everything and I had more than 10 days to submit those proofs.
So I started my sacred journey in a typical T.N.S.T.C bus, which by all means would fail to qualify to run on the road in all aspects if it has to meet some standards. But what to do? Sacred journeys have to go like this. My adjacent seats were empty and looked good enough to sleep. I decided to steal a couple of hours of sleep since I knew that the prospect of having a good 6 or 7 hours of sleep was not on the cards.
But I was not getting sleep. It's a universal truth that when the mind is free, thoughts conquer mind. Why do these companies have agreements when both parties know that it is absolutely one sided and it is a safety measure from the company's perspective. Why do they insist, when people say that they are not legally valid? Do they think that they can puppet us by this white blackmail? I remembered a really mind blowing explanation that I came across. It described Service agreements as follows:
Agreements are like marriage between a boy and a girl where the guy has conditions No. 1, the guy can kiss his wife and she should not ask why. No.2, the guy can slap her whenever he wants and she should not ask what for? No.3, he can divorce her if feels like doing so. No.4, but even after divorcing he has the right to kiss her or slap her. She should not ask why? But the girl has no such rights both inside marriage and in divorce. Replace boy with company and employee with girl in the above statements. It best describes what service agreements are. Slowly the subject under analysis changed. One
part of mind asked. “Can't you do things on time? Why don't you save your self from all these troubles?”Another funny part of mind replied, “Buddy life will be boring when you are perfect. So you need all this thrills and downs in life. After all what life will be like if it is a university where you have to follow a syllabus and a curriculum. You have to take things as it comes.”
I said them to both, "As long as the thrills doesn't wreck havoc in life, everything is fine.Nobody can save you man, my good part of mind said,” if you keep on being lethargic and take things for granted you will suffer. Even if you love a girl you will end up proposing her when she is about to get married with another guy because of this procrastinating habit."My funny part countered, “Buddy, as long as you are able to charm her and convince her you don't have to worry. Think how thrilling and fantastic would it be to propose your lady love on her marriage day and win her."“Thrilling and fantastic? Damn it,” I said. I was not able tolerate that.
Finally, I shut down those thoughts for sometime. I slept for a while. By 11.30 PM I reached native. There were no buses to my home by that time. My dad had sent my uncle to pick me up. For the first time I felt bad as I was causing trouble to my uncle. I reached home by 12 AM. My mom had slept and my dad was expecting me. I had dinner and told my uncle that i would disturb him one more time by 3 in the morning so that I can reach Chennai before 7 AM .My dad told me to sleep and the rest of things can be taken care of next morning.
3.00 AM30 April 2010
I heard a sort or siren ringing which was irritating. I had no clue and my mind did not work. Then, I recognized that it's the alarm. I opened my paining eyelids and without any second thoughts hit the snooze button (only invention designed taking into account human emotions and needs). After hitting the snooze button twice, I woke up by 3.45 AM. I took the documents and I gave it to my mom to sign it. That 10 page document required more than a dozen of signs from me and the guarantor. When she is about to complete the signing process, my
mom asked what's this banker's signature? When are you intending to get it? For the very first time I looked at the document. A banker must endorse and confirm that the signature is by a authorized person who has an account in their bank. Oh my god! How on earth could I get signature from a bank manager by 3AM? My situation almost proved the saying, so near yet so far. This proved one of the many that slips betwixt the cup and the lip. When I'm about to finish off, a hindrance crops up. Oh! Not again, I thought when it looked like I was fighting a loosing battle.
There is a tolerance level to every individual and when the situation goes beyond the individual's mindset and approach completely changes. It was one such instance and I decided to go with the flow making up my mind to face whatever happens. I decided to go down fighting. So, I got signature form my mom and left home to the induction. My uncle dropped me at the bus stand. I reached the place where induction was arranged by 9.00 AM. As I was entering I saw a lot of very young, energetic people and being a lazy bug I felt completely out of place.
Seats were allocated prior to our arrival. I found my place and sat. The next seat was unoccupied and to my right there was a geeky guy sitting. I don't know how guys like this smell books as if it is a perfume and I hate the smell of books especially anything related to academics. Already this guy had been crossed out. As it turned out the only option I had was to get acquainted with the person who was to occupy the left seat. Out of curiosity I checked the name of the candidate. It read Aishvarya. Out of sheer habit I muttered, “Aishvarya Shrinivas”, not bad. My mind voice by that time asked me, "Mr. Shrinivas, you bloody Idiot, Is this matchmaking very important now?” I felt that was a right question and focused on signing the unsigned documents but not before making a full 360 degree rotation of my head to check out the girls. I have to wipe out at least one blemish, right? If it is not job then at least it has to be a girl.
But to my disappointment except for one or two, none was that impressive. After all MNC's don't recruit a girl based on her attractiveness. Their analytical, problem solving ability mattered.
Personally I would not have any qualms had girls been selected based on a measure of how hot they are. Who will refuse the prospects of sitting in a seat surrounded by good looking girls on all four sides? I found that my signature was required more than my mom's signature which was literally on every page. I engaged myself in leaving my signature casually as if a movie star is autographing his fans. I consciously deferred arranging the certificates as there was not much in them. Not only in number but also content wise.
As I was leaving signature, I felt there was a sudden change in the atmosphere around me. A whiff of a gentle yet a nice fragrance surrounded me. A carefully picked perfume can be sensed. I felt a blurred shadow moving on my left side. But I was too busy practicing my autographs and turned my head to find a girl next to me only when I heard a voice first ever time in my life that was very genial yet authoritative. Don't know whether any of the adjectives like beautiful, hot, pleasing or perfect can singularly describe her. She was everything poured into one person. I found it hard to both take my eyes off and to keep on looking at her.
Amidst all these turmoil my mind failed to process and decode the sound it received through ears. She asked me something. My mind was not even ready to decode what it was. But fortunately she repeated to save my honor which hung by a fragile thread,“Can I get a pen?” she repeated.Without thinking I said, “Sorry, I have only one.”Her face contorted and she tsked.I wondered how well her face emoted the changing moods. Perhaps that is common with girls. They are strongly expressive and few have a dramatic expression of a bharatanatyam dancer. Her way to get upset also looked beautiful. Seeing her frustration I reprimanded myself for not helping her. I turned to my right. The geeky guy was writing something in the scriblepad given. Obviously he had signed agreement and his certificates in order. His meticulousness and perfection was written all over his face. For the first time after an hour I considered him as some living thing. I was furious when he was scribbling something when a girl like Aishvarya did not have pen. How dare, isn't it a big disgrace?
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“Excuse me. Can I have your pen?” I asked him.“I have only one and I am using it now,” he said curtly.Damn it! I thought and told him,” I think that scribbling can wait. Would you mind? I have to sign all these documents.” He was perplexed by the way I insisted. But gave in finally with a weird look at the pen I was holding in my hand signing already. He gave the pen for which I muttered obligatory thanks.All this while she was busy catching up the things going on around and did not hear our unfriendly conversation.“You can have this pen,” I interrupted her handing out the pen which I was signing.Surprised, she said, “Thanks, I thought you said you have only one.”“Yeah, but now I found another one,” I said raising the pen which I virtually snatched out from my neighbor's hand.
The guy who had lost his pen noted this and gave me a dirty look as if alleging me of being this shameless. I did not mind. I don't behave like that everyday. I don't get the chance to get acquainted with a girl like her every day. That little gimmick actually worked and she started a conversation with me and asked my whereabouts.From what she said I learnt that she was from the college which was next to my college. I cursed myself. What the hell was I doing in college all these four years and how was it that I never saw her even once.
After moments, the ring masters, I mean the organization officials appeared and started their first of the never ending lectures. Ring masters? Yeah, all including myself looked like trapped animals. If all were animals what was she? She was a peacock. The rare female peacock which had the colorful covert feathers and possibly the voice of a cuckoo.
After showing some presentation about the company and its recent soaring revenues for the past quarter the main aspect came to the fore. Guru, I mean the geeky guy sitting next to me (whose name I just learnt when he asked some question to the presenter) was very attentive and even went on to make notes of the last quarter profits. Then came the main event. By 10.30 they told everyone to submit the certificates and Service agreement. The
villains have come up with their main weapon. After years I had some luck with a girl and that has troubled them. I was looking for some company hoping that some one would say that they have not got the bankers signature (Really terrible I felt like a kid who has not completed the homework). But to my amazement there were lot of good souls who had incomplete service agreements.
Luckily the company officials said that it doesn't matter if the agreement is incomplete and it can be submitted before appearing for the training. Nevertheless they asked to get a seal on the agreement as an acknowledgement. I took out my bag. I also noted that Aishvarya was looking around perplexed blinking those expressive eyes.“What happened?” I asked.“I forgot the agreement papers in home.” she said again with that dramatic face, nope more precisely dramatic eyes.I thought for a moment. And I did not know what made me say the next words that I said, “Me too. I also forgot the papers.”Guru was giving me meanest of looks since he had seen me signing the agreement earlier. His look posed a question; can a guy drop to this level just to impress a girl?But my mind said. Dude, you can have thousand jobs but can you have the chance to get acquainted with a girl like Aishu (yeah, now we have become close know?) that easily? Even though I was doing that with a conviction part of my mind asked what the hell is wrong with me and have I gone mad.
But then I also somehow knew that the company will not kick out someone whom they selected after four grueling rounds of interview just because of a document. I believed that I worked hard to get he job and it will not go away just like that. However what I was doing was a great risk taken.She seemed relieved getting some company.I smiled at her. She returned a broad smile. I thought that I can jeopardize 100 such jobs just for that smile. She looked lovely.There was a volunteer from the firm who also happened to be one of the official standing at the aisle. We approached him.He gave a enigmatic look seeing us.She started, “Sir, we forgot the agreement papers.”He muffled, “we?” And craned his neck to take a look at me who stood at a distance.He looked at me as if I am pickpocket who was in
police custody but then her presence eased the situation.Normally a girl's presence by the side would prove advantageous in these kind of circumstances. I have seen that numerous times in college. And when that girl happens to be a beautiful girl, someone like Aishu, then you can make your way.Poor guy could not refuse for long. He was subjugated by her requests and explanations. I mean, who wouldn't? We escaped somehow and were given permission to bring the documents next day for acknowledgement seal. I was double happy as my small stunt had not only won her confidence but also has given me an opportunity to spend some more time with her next day. By the time we got back to the seat, Guru the geek almost treated me like an untouchable not only for what I did but also for the fact that I befriended a girl like Aishu. But poor guy did not know that until yesterday I was very much what he was today.
The next day I and Aishu went together to the company administrative head office for submitting the agreement. By the time we returned we had known each other well and even went on to exchange mobile numbers. Things were quite good for some time. We sent texts and chatted sometimes. We had a gap of 15 days before the training started. By the end of a week the messages decreased and almost stopped at the end of tenth day. I was not much surprised. I knew I never had luck with girls and the jobs and even wondered the way our little acquaintance survived 10 days.
April 16, 2010 ADFirst day of training
Totally 300 candidates joined on that day and all of them were divided into a batch of 50 for training. I had no clue where Aishu was. I made up mind to text her in the evening to ask in which batch she was.
I entered the training room which resembled like my college classroom except that the people around tried to feign a professionalism that they did not have. They looked more like the corporate software professional seedlings. There were few girls standing in gangs in the doorway.
But I was not even remotely interested. I began to look for a seat and as usual my reflexes led me towards the last bench. There was a seat available and I sat there. Suddenly someone tapped my shoulders.
I looked back to find my sunshine again. Aishu was standing there with a broad smile. I felt like I have finally woken up from a sleep. My days finally saw light.“Hey, how are you? I never thought I will see you here. Are you stalking me?” she said.I was utterly surprised and said, “No I think you are following me. Girls these days can not leave handsome guys alone.”She gave a mock punch and said, “You funny.”I liked that punch. And felt nostalgic for more.She continued, “Actually I had gone to my native. I thought of calling you yesterday to ask you about your training center but did not get a chance. I thought of calling you this evening. And guess what I am finding you in the same training room?”“Relieved to have someone who knows me,” she said.“Me too,” I said. After sometime.“Would you mind if I sit with you,” she asked.I was not able to believe my luck and knew that my time was working out.My pleasure darling I wanted to say but ended up saying “Yes, of course.”At a single stroke I got a job and the girl. “Mera unluck ka the end.”She went to grab her bag. Meantime few feet away I heard a laughing sound. Something said that it was a familiar voice. I turned to check out.There I found Guru the same geek chatting with a girl animatedly. I saw the expression which should have been on my face when I got acquainted with Aishu on that day, in his face now. He too noted me. Some si lent communication passed between us. Perhaps that was his time to wipe out some blemishes of his life. He then finally smiled at me and I did the same, nodding my head as an approval for what was unfolding there.
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