My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

   While Ravin was trying to make the most of the time by doing the majority of the talks, I was busy doodling something on the tissue paper and roaming in my own world with Derik. Coffee reminds me of him. It’s been five days and nothing literally happened. Derik showed no hints at all. But I was sure he would have stalked my entire account at least once. My recent activities, recent pins, the major how about of my movements from one place to another. A social media app has a lot to offer, I realized that lately. A complete human could be transformed into another in the span of two years, and then this was about me. This was about us. I waited patiently like a hunter who waits for his bait to get trapped. But wait, I didn’t set the trap, it was he, who initiated. I was trying to adjust in New York already but now I was getting trapped in those days again. I felt his presence around me again. I got my constant checking of phone syndrome back with that one request. Thanks to ...

Even if we have complicated issues enclosed in our laptops, we can still smile with a cup of coffee in our hands and slay the look. We are engineers after all.  Something happened this weekend which offended to the core. How can someone comment about my job just like that. In 365 days of calendar, we celebrate one day or another. We have Doctor's day, Teachers days, Aids day, Mother, Father, Children's day, Independence day and then our very own Birthday as well. Celebrations goes on. But one profession which is totally ignored and is un appreciated is that of an Engineer. Being an Engineer myself, it feels really disappointing. IT people do not have any day other than Saturday and Sunday. I don't know why people carry a different mindset for us. For an instance let's just say.... For our families : We are those free birds who are enjoying their freedom in different metro cities and if not controlled on time, we may slip out of their hands. ( now according ...

Monday? No way! I have my office to do dude!!  Now that you have read the phase 1( which was small I agree) it's time for the 2nd phase. But before that, I wanna tell you something. Actually above all, if you see it from a distance, and by distance I mean quite a distance, I.T industry is basically for two types of people. Firstly, the people who love screens! The ones who always want to glue spectacles to their face and their ass with the chair(and later suffer with Cervical and back ache disorders.) and then work to a stretch of 10 to 11 hours per day with a mug of coffee. Initially it sounds fancy,  but then it's not! Secondly this is for the people who loves traveling. Put your hand on your heart and remember your college days when you used to think that you gonna live in a  different city thousands miles apart from your home, when you gonna clean your utensils and wash your clothes own your own and later tag it as "Freedom" on Facebook and Instagram. R...