My alarm rings at 7 am. I groggily look at my phone and shut the damn thing off! Why did man invented alarm? Yeah, phone is important for us to keep in touch with loved ones, but why insert the devil - alarm in the phone? I decide that I need additional 5 minutes of sleep, but my dear mother has other plans. She comes and shakes me out of the bed.
"Wake up! It's your first day at office, do you want to get late?".
And there goes my peaceful sleep. I hardly slept last night. The vision of that nightmare still lingers in my mind. I shake those thoughts off and get up.
"Good morning Maa".
"Good morning beta. Now go, hurry up. Get ready. I will prepare your breakfast till then".
"Yup. Aye aye madam!".
"You are getting very mischievous".
I giggle and go to the bathroom.
My mother Mrs. Pakhi Roy is a beautiful, sweet and gentle lady, at times strict too. But, no matter how angry she gets, she will always remain my cute and cuddly teddy bear for whom I want to earn lots and lots of money, just so that I can fulfill all her little wishes and dreams. She always denied her wishes whether it is a saree or a pair of earrings or a novel or any kitchen essential only to fulfill mine and my brother's wishes. It's not that Baba does not earn well, we are a middle class family who have our own house and a car, but he focuses more on savings. Sometimes he gets a bit too harsh and strict due to his saving habit. So, maa refrains from asking anything for herself, but she will never compromise on our wants and needs.
I get into the shower and let the cold water to relieve me from the sleepiness and stress from last night. I better not think about it. All I have to do is be normal and everything will be fine.
I get dressed into my favourite pair of trousers and a formal shirt and do my hair. Dab the sunscreen on my face and apply a little lip balm. One last look at myself on the mirror, Ummm... Not bad babe!!! You rock!!! And I am done and good to go.
As I enter the living room, I see maa packing my lunch box and a bowl of corn flakes and milk waits for me to devour it on the table. I hurriedly have my breakfast as I realise that it's already 9:35 am. I have a train to catch at 9:50 or else I will get late on the first day itself!
I finish off my breakfast, say my prayers, kiss my maa goodbye and dash out of the door, nervous at the same time. I wonder what this day holds for me. It's a whole new place with new people and I am very bad when it comes to interacting with new people. Let me say that I am an introvert. An introvert who will never take the initiative and go and talk to a stranger. An introvert who will never participate in such activities where one has to go and speak before an audience whose only job is to sit and listen to you attentively. Yes, I have friends, but only whom I love dearly and I know they love me back and you can count them easily on fingers.
Finally, I manage to catch the scheduled train and reach office on time. I nervously stand outside the door as I try to pacify myself that all will be well, suddenly a guy pushes me from behind. I lose my balance and fall hard on the ground. Man that hurt! I fiercely turn around to shout at that moron and BOOM!!!! My heart stopped as I saw those eyes.
His eyes. His glinting, beautiful eyes look at me with concern.
"I am so very sorry. I actually stumbled because of that rock and fell on you. Are you alright?"
"It's okay. I am fine".
"Let me help you. Here, give me your hand".
I give him my hand and he gently picks me up and helps me to stand.
"Once again I am really sorry for what happened. Let me introduce myself. Hi! I am Mohit Khurana. I am the new intern here".
"Hi. I am Payal Roy. I too am a new intern here".
"Wow! This is going to be so cool. We will work together".
"Yes". This is actually going to be pretty great. Way to go Payal!
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