Sometimes beautiful. Sometimes not that beautiful. Our lives are what we make them to be. They say on that fateful day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.
Her dad being painstakingly punctual, punctuality had been ingrained in the little girl too.
Armed with her CV - the most potent weapon she possessed - she entered the room which promised her a world of opportunities. Looking into the eyes of the interviewer's eyes, she tackled all the questions brilliantly. And then it happened.
"So what did you gain from your summer internship?"
"A lot of weight."
Ooooooooooooooopssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORAL: Think before you speak.
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Yeah I know this 55F kinda sucks, but I hadn't written anything for quite sometime. So when I finally did (in a bore to death seminar), I decided to put it up here. Sharmana mat, bindaas besti karna. :P :D
As for the title, well, actually this was a dream (nightmare) that I had. :D :D The Placement season in my college begins this monday, pray that I don't do any such goof-ups in any of my interviews. :)
She wanted to be able to cry, when hurt. She wanted to be treated like a girl, if only by him. She wanted it to be known that she was as sensitive as a little child. That she too liked to sing and dance in the rain. She wanted to be like everyone else - normal.
A perfect day. Music concert, dinner, long drive and now sitting under the starry sky. He looked at her and realised how she had made his life meaningful. "You've got beautiful eyes.", he whispered. With just a hint of a tear in her left eye, she said, "I wish I had seen them too."
She danced when she was happy, she danced in anger, she danced when sad. Overjoyed on seeing the ghungroos her father had got, she hugged him - unaware that the love of her life was about to be snatched away as tonight she would dance, not because she wanted to, but because others wanted her to.
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The above piece is my first attempt at what is known as 55 fiction. 55 fiction is a form of microfiction limited to a maximum of well, 55 words. I had seen this on my friend Arnab's blog - Technicolor Collage and never even in my wildest dreams had I thought that I'll be able to accomplish a task which requires such extreme brevity. Well what can I say, sometimes I tend to surprise even myself. :)
