Once Upon A Time, A Thousand Tears Ago #Wattys2017

Chapter 1: The beginning

Author's Note:

Hey people, this is my first work on wattpad. Please be positive about it. Read, Vote and Recommend if you like it. Of course this is the first chapter and it won't be much interesting but trust me you will find it good as you proceed. I hope you enjoy my story. C Ya.

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Life is not black and white. Life is a shade of grey. Where good or bad, victory or defeat, right or wrong, everything goes side by side. Everything is mixed up. You can never get to stick to one side. I have been a position holder all my life. In studies, I got what I wanted. Completed my high school, college and university and got gold medals every time. I thought that the life outside the university is going to be easier now. I have my doctorate degree in Pharmacy plus a gold medal. I am going to get a job easily. I am probably the youngest doctor in my university. But life had some other plans.

It has been two years now after my degree completion and I am jobless. I am living in a small country, Kuwait, that lies in the Middle East in the continent of Asia. I live with my beautiful family. Well, beautiful because they are the best people around me. I mean if anyone else was in my situation, they would have gone mad or depressed by the fact that I am getting no job even after all the great good marks and remarks added to my curricular vitae.

I am sitting here trying to attach my resume to an email which is meant for a private hospital for a job. But this internet connection is making this simple task difficult. Luck is definitely not on my side, even in this petty issue. It’s not my first job application though. I have already sent 657 emails for this purpose but my inbox has only 14 emails and that are also about how I am not suitable for the said job. The rest didn’t even bother to reply.

Finally, I manage to send the email. This jobless situation is getting on my nerves. My family supports me no matter what. They never emphasized the job part. They know what I feel everyday and they are always there to lighten up my mood. I hope I have a positive reply this time from the firm.

Four days gone since I had last sent an email for the job. No reply as usual.

“Zara, see your father has encircled this job post in the newspaper.”

My mom gives me the newspaper. “But this is a government job mom. People do not trust me with a private hospital’s job and you think the government would be generous enough to give me the opportunity”. I reply knowing my luck.

“Still you should try. There’s no harm in trying. May be they are stupid enough to give you a chance.”

“Hahaha, yeah I need someone stupid because only stupid people will trust me now.” I chuckle at the thought.

My mom embraces me and says “No my love, you’ll get the best people in your life. Consider this time as an examination period. I know just like every time you will pass with flying colors”.

I hug my mom at her words that soothe me. “I wish what you say comes true. Okay now let me send the email, wish me luck” I say happily showing as if I am hopeful about this job when in reality I have no hopes that I will get it.

“All the best my pride” My mom says sweetly.

I turn around to send the email.

Two days gone and no reply as expected. Depression will take over me sooner than later. To change my mood, I have two options these days. First one, is to read Harry Potter series. I feel the magical world takes away all my worries. Thanks to J.K Rowling. She has played an immense part in saving me from depression. Second depression saver for me is One Direction, the famous boy band. As these days, I feel like studying and reading proved to be of no use to me, therefore I am not reading Harry Potter. I turn on my laptop, take out my headphones and start listening to one of my favorite songs of One Direction. It’s called “They don’t know about us”. I hum along with its tune and then I start singing with it. The song is a cute love song but I always add up some more high or low notes to every 1D song. I love singing and dancing but only my family knows that I do both these things. Nobody else will ever know because no one will ever expect that a book worm doctor will be interested in singing songs and dancing to its tunes. I don’t even bother to tell this to anyone.

 Suddenly an email notification pops up. It’s an email from the government hospital and it says that they have called me in for a job interview.