Arylie FF: I'm Happy Here With You

infinity ~ fields of gold

will you stay with me,

will you be my love,

upon the fields of barley?

we'll forget the sun in his jealous sky

as we lie in fields of gold;

in his arms she fell, as her hair came down,

among the fields of gold

... ... ...

"I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'm not accepting the award," Imlie whined anxiously as she glanced at the entrance for what felt like the twelve hundredth time.

"Relax Imlie, if you fidget so much you'll end up crinkling your saree," Arpita fixed the pallu of Imlie's fine lemon yellow muslin saree. It was very fancy, super expensive, it flowed like water and floated like a dream.

"You look like a million bucks," her stylist had said, unnecessarily puffing her hair.

The girl had a different vision for her hair, and hated Imlie's idea of the bun with dozens of fresh jasmine, but ended up agreeing that the final result looked good. Compromise was the key. Imlie wasn't very happy about the jewel encrusted sleeveless silver blouse but you don't hear her complaining, do you?

"Imlie, will you stop," Arpita Didi huffed as Imlie nearly lost her footing while pacing restlessly in her sky high stilettos. Imlie grinned apologetically at her. Didi was understandably a little anxious herself, this was the first time she'd left her eight month old daughter, Akira, alone with a nanny, without any family member to supervise. This was such a big night for Imlie, everyone wanted to attend.

It had been four years since Imlie had started her unique platform Satya, the journalists' forum which enabled the truth finders to push out genuine news with authenticity, and helped each other as a proper community.

The purpose of journalism is to spread real news to real people so that appropriate actions can be taken based on that. It's not about the mad race of who published what first and how much clout you can get from that.

That was the pitch she used, Aryan had been Prada wearing Miranda Priestly level devil about this, and pushed her endlessly until she polished it to a version he approved of. To everyone's surprise, the platform was a huge success, pushing her to the forefront of the journalism industry as well as the startup industry in one smooth stroke.

Today, she was getting the innovator of the year award.

The past four years were tough, she won't lie. But at the same time very satisfying and fulfilling on both personal and professional front. She finished her graduation, then went ahead and enrolled herself into a two-year masters degree program with the European Commission, which enabled her to study and research in four different European cities and universities. Full scholarship!

It had broadened her whole perspective of life, showered her with experience and she'd returned home to rejoin Bhaskar Times Mumbai as a full time senior reporter, a job she'd chosen from the eight different offers she had. Aryan had called her sentimental, but Imlie liked to think of herself as a loyalist.