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first office


I felt I landed up in the wrong place. They were only few around me, but I could feel their steady revulsion attacking me. I had no option, but bear with, as my grades were held with them. I started walking towards the man, who ruled the cabin. I felt an aversion towards him. Who is he to rule me? I am not that insignificant. I thought, there were few other creatures under him, suffering just like me. May be I should call them, the oldies with old fashioned ideas, trying to rule the contemporary world. I sure that the only asset they possess is their big mouth, which can roll in all directions. And the only one with whom I could discuss things was the pretty women sitting next to me. Pretty not by looks but with her attitude. I was confused! Whom to trust?.

I was always in a place surrounded by women; this followed from school to college and didn’t end in my office also. But I was never gender biased as I was always known for my capable flirting. But first time in the air, I could feel the uncomfortable air puncturing me.

The days passed by with mutual insults. But I lost the battle. He had the upper hand, of course in all aspects. I didn’t know what his intensions were, but I knew he wanted to throw me out. Soon my stupidity touched him, made him realize I am a person wanting to be cared, with lots of similar dreams as his, without any direction.

I was summoned to do part of his projects. I sat straight facing him. I did loads of mistakes, but never got fired. I tied hard to not repeat them, but I failed. Then there were even stages were I had to travel with him. That’s when first he talked to anything other than subject. We discussed about my future, his dreams, my ambition, and what not.. I realized there was lots experience in every word he uttered. I thought I got a nice brother who can guide me and he was bold enough to accept it.

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I welcome you here! My blog is primarily a blank paper with chronicles of my everyday thoughts and happenings around me spilling like colours. It has various hues, bright, cheerful at times dark episodes of my life. I like to speak a lot and tell stories, but rarely find patient listeners. So, here I am venting out, everything crossing my mind. it is also a record book of my little Barbie’s antics and growth. It is just not about the baby ,but also helps me to keep track of fights and special moments with husband, in-laws and friends. I am an Architect by profession working for an Govt. organization.living away from husband because of job location. I love writing, painting, reading and cooking (occasionally).I like roaming around and window shopping. But, now unable to move even an inch outside, because of my daughter. I am originally from Andhrapradesh and have lived in Tamilnadu for 25 years and now back in Andhra. So you will find mix of words from both the languages and me trying to settle down in this new place. Thanks for stopping by. I would love to hear from you. Please email me at ashreyamom@gmail.com.

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