The Writer
One of my friends told me something that got me thinking.
When I probed further, he said I should write something real that would make people talk about me.
The Golden Hour
I have always been a believer of signs and after reading Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist my belief has only strengthened ever since. Scene 1: The lift I was lucky enough to find spots for two of us. I stood at the back, allowing the incoming crowd. It stopped two floors below mine and I heard a familiar voice. On close inspection, I saw my old manager. Just yesterday I had thought about her, and how wonderful she had been. In fact, I remembered an anecdote about her that was told to me by another colleague. It was totally unexpected and she looked just as cheerful as she always was. Scene 2: The cafeteria I was confused with my choice of lunch. The South Indian meals had Peas pulao while the North Indian meals had Veg. biryani. My heart went out for the Peas pulao but I resisted the temptation. I do not prefer that meals due to its larger serving size and I already have trouble staying awake after lunch. I forgot about it until I started eating. My portion of the biryani had a
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