Sitting in my cubicle in this not so hot afternoon ..........listening to the tipping of the keyboards,the only voice that could be heard on the floor with over 100 people sitting :only one question comes to my mind.....WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
It was just a wink away when I was scolded by mum for shouting on top of my voice.......pampered by grandma for elevating the music system's voice and grandpa coming to the rescue with his favourite dialouge Tujhe to har cheez mein pareshani hoti hai.....
It was just a wink away when I was scolded by mum for shouting on top of my voice.......pampered by grandma for elevating the music system's voice and grandpa coming to the rescue with his favourite dialouge Tujhe to har cheez mein pareshani hoti hai.....
Being the apple of everyone's eye was my childhood.
The school,the afternoon sleep,the evening games and the juvenile discussions with the family was a complete day's routiene.Although it used to be the same but it never went boring.
Followed it for 18 years of my life where everyday was a new experience.
And then the quest to have a tryst with this ugly world began.......which is continuing till now.Here is each day which earlier used to be a new day and now is just another day......
Again on this just another day I am sitting here and thinking in this dumbstruck place....WHAT AM I ACTUALLY DOING????
