I knew it was my last day there.
I had enough of this office.
Damn with the paper work, damn with the boss, damn with the colleagues,
damn with the place;
There’s was no sense of right and wrong here.
It was better to leave than stay here.
Cuss words jammed my throat; humiliation still raw;
But my self-worth, my self-worth went rolling downhill.
I felt helpless; cried my heart out.
After two days of rigorous job search, I landed up with yet
another decent job.
Rightfully, when one door closes, another opens.
My lost faith restored; my self-worth resurrected.
longingly at Ashok. But Ashok shook his
head in disbelief and yelled at her, “Avin that’s it...no second kid.”
Nothing in the world
could rock Ashok’s rock-hard decisions. For Ashok and Arithra, life revolved
around their one-year-old son Avin. But Arithra still wished to expand her world:
a cute lil daughter to complete her family.
With private jobs
becoming insecure, Ashok failed to understand Arithra’s unreasonable longings. Every once in a while, she spoke about
wanting a daughter only to be met with stony stares from Ashok.
Today, Avin turned
eight and Arithra suddenly realizes she was carrying…