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Friday, March 9, 2012

Chapter #2


It was her first day at work. New office. New people. She even felt like the air she was breathing in was fresh and new. 
After the formal round of introduction, she had finally settled down at her work-station.
'I am at day one all over again', She thought.

'Hello, umm, Trisha?' a voice interrupted the chain of thoughts.
 She looked up and smiled, 'Yes?'
'I am Harsh, as you might remember,' Harsh said.
‘Yeah!’
‘Let's go for the knowledge transfer session.’
She got up picking a copy and pen and followed him to the conference room.

This was how Trisha met Harsh, when she joined the same company which Harsh had been working for. At first it was just a casual affair. The KT sessions, meetings and discussions. Then it started to become more informal and personal. They went for lunch together and left for home in the same company bus. And as days went by, they became good friends.

Wait. Let me first introduce Trisha properly.

Trisha was a smart, independent girl. She insisted on working while her family was planning for her marriage. She had asked for two more years to her parents and had promised them that she will get married after two years.

As a little girl, she had always dreamed about falling in love and getting married, like a classic tale of love. A fairy tale, happily-ever-after types. By the time she was in mid-twenties, her prince charming was nowhere in sight. She had started to believe that this was the end of the dream, that she would have to get married like her parents did. Arrange marriage. And she was fine with it now that she was left with no choice. 

Most of the guys felt intimidated by her intelligence and wit. So none even dared to come close. When she was in college, a couple of her friends had told her about a boy or two being interested in her. But she used be so engrossed in her studies that she thought a time would come when she would be free to do all this too. She got a job in campus placements and she was busy again, with work. So she never had 'free' time to do luv-shuv stuff. 

She still believed that there was 'Mr. Special' and that he will find her one day.


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