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“You’re fired”, as soon as I hear these words spill out of my boss’ mouth like caramel, I freeze. I knew I had made a huge mistake, but I also knew that I had worked good enough to not hear these words. I collected all my things in a crate and took a glance at my cabin for the one last time. All these years and this is what I get! I slowly walked towards the elevator with my crate, full of memories. ...
(As Shakespeare has rightly said, "Don't judge a book by it's cover", I request you to read the entire piece) I sit at my desk with my head in my hands. Because every time I look at my blank computer screen, the blinking cursor gives me a mini panic attack. With every blink passes every second and I have like what, 8 hours before going up on the stage? "Is ...
“The End”, I read as I wrote those words at the end of the 248th page of my first and probably the last book I will ever write. My hands trembled with fear as I slowly shut the lid of my laptop. I moved to the kitchen counter and took the glass of water with my still shaky hands. “Are you ready?” asked my brother as he walked in from behind. Frankly, I wasn’t. The day I started writing this book,...
I felt helpless. About myself and about all the other people surrounding me. Society had overruled us. Or, let me rephrase it, we were overruled by the society. I clutched the coffee mug in my hand and looked at the bare sky, letting my tears shine in the sunlight.I just couldn’t get through yesterday. I have always been that aspiring and confident woman. No wait, I was. I realized a lot of things yesterday. I realized that I was faking my self-esteem to my own self. I realized that this society is faking equ...
"Finally I get to go away from you", she laughed. “Yeah,finally!” I said with as much fake enthusiasm I could build in my voice. “Bye”, she mumbled and started walking, probably hiding her tears like me. “Bye”, I almost yelled. I always yell when things don’t work like I want them to. I yelled at her the first day we met. I recognized her the moment I saw the hazel diary in her hand, similar to mine. I didn’t want anything from my past to ever show up. I had finally moved on. A new place, a new life and far away fro...
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