Harsh, Harsh Patel Was His Name. I Met Him a Long Time Ago At Some Advocate And CA Waiting Room In Mumbai. There Was A Long Queue To Meet One Of Famous Advocates In Mumbai. It Was Located Opposite Of Beautiful Marine Drive. Office Was at 13th Floor, I was There With my Dad. Harsh Patel Was Waiting Beside Me, Looking Very Tense Everytime i See Him. I Was Just Enjoying That Moment Of Cool Pose Of Marine Drive.
But I Feel Very Guilty Down My Heart, That Person Sitting Besides Me Was Feeling Low And I Was Chilling Up. I Saw My Watch, It Shows 4Pm. Surely It Would Be 9PM at That Office. I Calculate it By Taking Average No. Of Person Before Me And One Person Taking Time To Move Out. One Middle Aged Guy Comes To Us And Ask For Coffee Or Tea. Harsh Nodded His Head. I Called up For Coffee Instead. Now, My Mind Push Me To Think Who Would Not Be Considering Free Beverage?
It Was 5Pm In Eve, I Was Constantly Looking At His Face Expression. Why, But I Dont Know. Something that Spark In My Mind To Ask That Question.
"Hey, Hanzla Natalwala Here, You Are Feeling Tense a Bit?" I Asked Him Just Like We Were Lost Friend In Some Mela And Met Up Ending After Long Time.
"hmm.. Harsh Patel From Surat" he Answered With Low Voice.
I Was Feeling Bored, a Big Plasma TV In Front Of Me With Channel Of Some Economic Times and Many Half Aged People Around Me Were Watching Curiously, That Includes My Dad Too. So, I Decides To Look Further To Him.
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Life Wont Give You Second Chance..(#YourStoryIndia)
General FictionThis Is The Story That Make Us To Believe That Life Is Yours, It Matters How You Make Of It. Life is so Cruel at time. When Life give you one Chance, You have two Options. 1) Grab It- You need to Work for that. 2) Let it Be. So, it depends on you h...
