My Lazy Girl

  The thoughts and glimpses of the past and the pain which I had suffered long ago were dancing again in front of me. I wanted to get over it once and for all. “Hi.” The message popped up on the projector as I was giving the client a demo. Soon after, another message appeared: "How are you doing these days, miss?” Excuse me, I muttered as I hurried to log out the social media app on my laptop, which had remained open from the action I took last night. Those messages invited a playful smile on everyone’s face. Ignoring the embarrassment, I quickly finished rest of the presentation and raced my steps out of the room. “So how are you doing these days, miss? Let's have dinner tonight,” whispered a high-pitched, thin, playful tone behind my back. It was Genny. I turned back and smacked her shoulder with my laptop. “Shut up, its nothing like that!” I replied as I defended my privacy from being invaded. Genny has moved to New York for many different reasons. She wanted some change in...

Life is never sorted. Neither it will be ever. Issues are and will always be there.  I can totally feel your nerves when someone mentions something of this sort. Homo sapiens are tend to waste half of their lives in thinking about future because somewhere they are already fucked up with some bitter experiences. Let me make it more simple for you. Let’s talk logic! Suppose you have a strand of thread in your hand. Variety of people would carry different notions which would be based on their past experience, their skill set and their thought process of course. Person A : He could simply take up the strand and think, how can this limited amount of thread can solve my purpose. Just let it be. I at least need to have the entire bunch to put it to some use. More and more and more I required. Person B : Now this person could hold the thread and think, 15 days back I got a cut on my finger when I was playing with it. That cut aches till now. I should better leave it as I ...