Waiting for the cab her nails were tormented by her teeths, screaming of her nervous self. The restlessness and amxiety soaring higher, with the minute passing by. The restlessness might be coined unusual, but not when she has to be in an interview for one of the greatest company, in the city. And with the hazed mind occupied with the pessimistic made her tormenting her nails a little more harshly. Not that she intended to, and she winced as she bit her finger by chance.
"Sana, bas kar jaa" her mind scoffed, putting a break to her untamed restlessness. "Aise toh tune aaj apni ungliyan hi kha leni hai, ruk jaa" and she freed her nails, from her teeth, and looked for the cab notification, to check the time it needed to arrive. Still a few minutes, it showed. Though she was early, and there were no chances of being late, but you never know what happens when.
Dhak dhak ho rhi hai, Sana" she muttered, to herself. Being her own character and squad she conversed with herself. "Tera interview hai aaj THE HOME mein to yeh toh hona hi hain na", she reasoned herself, further.
The honking sound made her come to earth, the person verified with her, entering the OTP, and letting her sit. She sat in the cab and headed towards the destination, muttering the silent prayers. It took her was 20 minutes to reach, and herbeat soared a notch higher, than it was earlier. The most enigmatic 20 minutes they were, where she knew nothing beyond of what would happen. Paying tje fare for the cab, she turned and was faced with the enormous towering building shining, rather reflecting the sun rays as it own shine. "The Home, your destination" she mumbled, eyes glinting with a hope.
"I have an interview " Shehnaaz said showing her the letter at the reception. The lady that stood at the other side, screamed about proffesionalism. Her demeanour, her dressing sense, her hair that stayed set in a bun, the perfect bun, without any hair peeking through or tendrils flowing down. Eyes perfectly lined with the kohl. A sweet person, to sum up.
"This way mam. The interview will start from 11. Till then you can have a seat in the waiting area and if you wish to have something you can help yourself in the cafeteria" she said sweetly smiling to her.
"Thank you" she replied as sweetly as her and headed herself to the waiting area as directed by the receptionist and found there people already waiting for their turn. Her anxiety rose again, seeing the people around. Much more qualified than her, probably well off and better than she was, and all the mustered courage it felt faltering and crumbling. Taking the empty seat, she closed her eyes, for the faintest second and opened them gathering up her courage, it still lacked. "Babaji help" she whipered auible only to her and her Babaji, the supreme she had put her faith in.
"YOU MUST TELL YOURSELF NO MATTER HOW HARD IT GETS, I AM GOING YTO MAKE THROUGH IT" the picture on the wall ahead of her read. Words, the most common thing to exist, have the greatest of effect on one's mind. It is the words that hurt us so badly that qe hardly wish to live further, the words, they make us believe in things we never would have, the words they make us feel loved, the words they have the power to revitalize to. Using the words and choosing it before spitting out, is mandate. And those words they did the same to her. She has come to achieve and not to sit back and bite her nails off with the anticipation of the probability that might not ocvur. Having faith in oneself is the beginning of every success.
A while back she was unusually nervous but now she could feel herself regaining her confidence.
She sat there patiently waiting for her turn.
"Shehnaaz Dhillon its your turn " she heard someone call out and turned to look only to find a man in suit, probably and employee, calling her for the interview.
"All the best" the man wished as she reached the door. Smiling and mumbling a thankyou she entered the room, that was cold with the running of the air conditioner for probably a long time. Taking a long breath she presented herself to the committee waiting to grill her with their amazing question and she was ready. She greeted everyone and took her seat. The interview took a long time but ended well. It cannot be made out by the look of the people in the room how the interview was. Everyone had a plain look. She left the room keeping her fingers crossed and went back to her home in the hope to be a part of the home, and waited for any message from the company for her appointment as she badly wanted to be part of it.
"You will be informed about your results tomorrow " the interviewee had said when she was leaving, and the same has kept her on fences.
She was impatiently waiting for the results and never knew when sleep took over her.
"So the deal is on Mr. Kapoor?" asked Sidharth after shaking his hands
"yes it is" said Mr. Kapoor
On its way back to home he got the list of the of all the candidates who came today for the interview and it was his final decision whom to hire. He was thinking about it as did not want to hire anyone undeserving. Everyone felt deserving but not all can be given the opportunity. All the while as he thought, the girl with the fingers crossed, swept through his mind, her winsome answers, and her knidness captivated him. But that can't be the criteria for hiring someone. He thought and thought and thought and he was ready with the decision.
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