An Interview... Chapter I

She was going fast with her high heel knocking sound upstairs. Her body parts just all out of syncro n it was too hard for her to manage them altogether to work for her. It was a height of perplexity for her, the drama queen, as her friends used to say. But today was her interview, the first interview of life.

Adiva, tall n thin wearing a black jeans n tight fitted maroon kurti lightly embroidered, slipped the last staircase with a bit relief that finally she has reached the venue. But still butterflies and what not, to know if her turn has been called.

Using all her last left energy pack she rushed towards the reception counter where a tough girl with tough looks scribbling on paper and then hitting hard on the poor monitor keys was seen as the only expected to return positive sign. But, the girl was hardly looking at anybody except the screen. Excuse me, m adiva, adiva sen. I was called for the interview. Could you please tell me has my turn gone? Actually I got late because....ok you please wait; you will be called after sometime.
The response was like a triggered shot fast no the fastest but still the words contained calmness as she was asked to wait for the most awaited portfolio of her yummy life as she always had considered it.
Adiva was a happy go lucky type .but somehow for the reasons more than one she was very desperate for this job offer which she just could not but has to have.

With now some saplings again in her mind she started wondering the hall which she hadn’t glanced because of the butterflies.
Oh wow, it was really a big well decored hall. It gave a contemporary look. Glass all over the walls, roof, floor, comfort seats n just one beautiful painting showing almost all shades.
Next to that wall was the grand logo of the company and in bold it carried the familiar, always inspiring and the most loved ones words
”Because you are different”

These words always used to give triggering spark to her nerves. And the very thought of becoming a part of the reputed organization.
Entering into the cabin directed by the toughie lady on the desk to wait she found other candidates waiting for their may be the would be golden turn.

To Be Continued...