The Last Goodbye

Chapter 45

You go to school, you give your 10th exam, excel in them, than select a stream of your or your parents choice and give your boards and than choose a degree. The moment you walk into your college gates you are that person the 17 year old about to turn 18 who doesn't really know anything and are worried for what could happen to you in life, will your seniors bully you? Or will you be able to pass with good grades, what about the after degree which company would hire you?

Divya like any other student in India had same worries, but she had never worried about being bullied or that what would she do after degree. Her plan at that moment was to enjoy college, discover herself and see where life takes her. Because she knew nor was she in a college that gave placements and her degree was something that she hadn't really selected on her own, it was the need of the hour.

But the three years after walking into her class had changed her. She knew the ways around the world, she knew a few extra good words, she had friends, she had people who guided her, and though she wasn't really setteled off she was happy she with what ever she was doing.

At times she thought it was great that she didn't really had to select on something immediately, that she had time, thankfully the covid had given her that.

Yet another May had rolled in and Divya was quite astonuished as to how time had went by. Last year by now she used to be around the house nervous for when she would receive a random call from her friends or the texts that were left unanswered. However now she would have to wait for a weeked to connect with them, the Mondays were more difficult than the ones in college, and Friday seemed a nice day for Saturday meant a weekend and a off.

"Yes Apporva, I agree that you had asked us to use only the edited images, and I appologise that we didn't inform you about the change in strategy before posting it up, but you see, the image that we have posted goes well with the feed and has infact more number of likes than the edited ones. I think it shouldn't be a problem, and more over we had already showed you the image, you gave us a go ahead." Divya argued.

It was a Monday morning, and client calls had never been her favourite thing. When Divya began working at this Social media consultancy firm she was appointed just as the content writer, however the HR had something else in their mind. They liked her profile a lot and found her to be more suitable for the post of the head of their social media team and asked her if she was okay with it. Divya had agreed to it and it had now been almost 3 months that she was handling a team of 5 members and 13 clients.

However Appoorva who was a fairly new client seemed to be one whom she couldn't handle, the kind of wibes that the lady gave she wished she could just switch off her phone on her face.

"Don't give me that excuse and I am not here to keep on checking what is being posted and what not, if I was to do this than why do I have to even pay you guys?"

Divya didn't knew what was to say next. This was completely not acceptable, for the next 15 – 20 min Divya kept on explaining the new strategy that the team is planning and that how they all were experts and that as they had just started off surely they will require a bit of her input in the tasks so that they could understand her preferences.

With a lot of difficulty the client did approve of it, howevever as the evening fell in Divya could feel an acute pain in her entire body. Her fingers would ache her back would ache and so did her stomach. Her sleep patterns had turned out to be very different, she wouldn't get even a wink of sleep, all she could think of was the different things that she would say to the clients, the creative that she could make.

For days she kept on ignoring it until one Sunday she felt like she would vomit, the afternoon had been hectic even though it was a Sunday. The work pressuer was building up tremendously and where on one side the client would eat her head on the other side her bosses would have only one answer – tell them that we know what we are doing.