Getting to his well furnished barchelor's-like apartment, the cold seems more, I couldn't lift a finger. He had to carry me to the room and undress my rain soaked cloth. His hand unhooking my bra, I know I had to pay for this rare kindness with something more. These last twelve hours had my story to tell.

Just a job's vacancy yet over a hundred applicants, our fates in the hands of a five-man panel to decide. Who would have believed such a big organization would have such unorganized system. An interview that was slated to begin nine o'clock prompt didn't start till some minutes past ten o'clock. Maybe it's one of their wicked scheme to disarm applicants and wreck their confidence.

Is it wrong to come very early and be among the first set to submit their credentials while others come later and submit theirs on the pile. The names were called according to the submission and my credential is lying far below. They couldn't finish up by five o'clock in the evening which is the company's closing hour. The panels were understanding enough and promised to attend to more people even after the closing hours. Few minutes to...