Has your ship reached the harbor??
Listen To Ur SoUL---- 09:26 am,Thursday- Ad-mist the yellowish florescent lights of my so called Indian infra giants's office,I have piles of equipment manuals to be covered , XAT score after re-evaluation screwed me,I dont care what I am wearing to office,today I am wearing a class 11th chooridaar-salwaar suit which adorned my shelf for so many long years and today I picked it up.The worst beep of the desk phones kills my brain cells and I rush to the cafeteria to have Chai worth rupees 8/=, Being a girl I am not supposed to smoke,but certainly I go the smoke zone(the only open area) of the 4th floor (the entire 4th floor is my office)(and twice i smoked),I see South Indian ladies wearing the garland in the hair,giggling and enjoying Idlis with Sambhar and coconut chutney. I feel lost,I feel lost in my workstation number A1-17.The office boy,a young 18 year old fellow comes and asks me-"Do you need anything madam" ?? I smile at him and say no.The innocence i