Looking at You

7

Reasons.

With the coming to summer came a few changes. Tusar, our boss, the associate manager of the group, was moved to some other division. Vijay came as his replacement. Indeed, the same individual who had taken my interview.

I won't lie about it; I ended up loaded with blended emotions with the changes. Since I accepted that I wouldn't have had the option to land the position in Axles without Vijay being so decent to me during my interview but I additionally accepted that Tusar as an employee-oriented manager and for me things were beginning settling down at long last. The scariest thing about all these changes was Vijay anticipated that we should be extremely regular on schedule. You all recollect how I used to be late from the gym each time, right? That I have and had a difficult time looking after times.

It was somewhat upsetting for me and disgrace too. So being as levelheaded as I am, I have chosen to flee from the war zone than battle! So, with that, I decided to forward my resignation.

In any case, the following two things would make me alter my perspective.

First reason,

I went to Vijay and gave him my resignation letter. At the point when I gave it to him, I think he detected my concern a piece and Said, "Shristi, I don't need this."

A blended sentiment of trouble and joy crawled into my heart. I was cheerful because Vijay needed me to remain with the team. Be that as it may, I was vexed as well, and I guess it was because I would not like to bargain with my exercising and office.

He inquired as to whether we could talk, and I stated, "Yes." I was sure I was not going to alter my perspective. However, I wasn't right as his proposition devoted me so profoundly that I couldn't in any way, shape, or form dismiss him. He offered me with shorter office shifts. That implies I would be effectively keeping up everything my work, exercise, and leisure activity.

The second reason could be dramatic and fundamentally stupidity of me.

My best friend asked me if I could help her to get a job in my process, and I said, "I'll take care of it." It was challenging to get a job in my process without the fluency of English, but I was the one who was going to arrange her job.

I wouldn't have expected so much foolishness from me.

I spoke with Tusar, as I felt a little more comfortable with him back then about my friend's job. He told me that I should talk with Sankalp.

Yes, I found my way back to him again.

That day, I made my way forward with difficulty, my heart beating with the excitement of speaking to him for the first time. I quietly pursued my way toward him, keeping my eyes fixed on the carpeted pathway, not daring look at him.

I look at Sankalp out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were glued to the screen; the colors were flashing on his reading glass.

Another few steps and I stood in front of him. He looked up at me and blinked as if I had interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes?" He asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Yes, Shristi?" A smile spread along my face as I couldn't get over the fact that he remembered my name.

"Good afternoon, sir. I was wondering if I might talk to you for a minute."

"Ya, of course." Sankalp stood up, walked over to a corner on the floor. I followed close behind him. He looked at me. He was biting his bottom lip. He'd given me a few meaningful glances, and he seemed particularly anxious to talk to me. He biting the lips was good enough to be distracting. I thought he was terrific, respectful, attractive, handsome, and above all, very intelligent.

Anyway, I explained how my friend needs a job: he listened with great politeness. He said he would see what he can do. Throughout the conversation, I thought he was one of the most excellent persons I ever met.

That day I decided if only I will meet someone just like him, but with a BLUE eye, I will consider asking that guy out on a date or even marry that person if possible. But Sankalp was just my boss, and I didn't know what else to do. And then I kind of idolized him. I couldn't think of one thing wrong with him.

So basically, my second reason was Sankalp.

There is a point where everything starts, and it was the beginning of my sleepless nights in his thoughts. I didn't sleep that night before 3 am, and I end up writing my first poem about him. It was an admiring poem than anything else.

Why have I got out of my own control? I don't know. Life was gradually playing a different tune.