He reflected over his life with pride as he drove to office: a high ranking job, rich wife, children, vacations in exotic locales…
His eyes drifted towards the side of the road where children dressed in rags played with an old bicycle tire laughing with abandon. He felt a pang of jealousy!
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So, here I am 50-stories old. Well, I had posted a couple of more, but I just realised that it is time to celebrate!
You: “What’s the big deal? It is just 50 x 2 lines!” (Most of my stories are 2-3 lines long.)
Me: Hey! I had also created 50 X 2 characters! For someone like me who had always believed that I lack imagination, it IS a quite a big deal! 😀
You: Not all your stories were good enough!
Me: They were at least there. I dared! 😁
Also, I have been blogging for nearly one and half years and still running in full steam! That ought to count too!
You: Okay, so how you want to do to celebrate?
Me: Well, I have already finished my wild dance alone! Just wanted to let everyone know that I was terrible…yet overjoyed. At least now that I have blurted it all out, I am so tired that I can sleep! YEEEEEEE! Or may be I need to dance a little more first!!! 💃
There was a bounce in her steps as she walked home after accepting the job offer with a reputed company. She finally had a chance!
Reaching home, she eagerly gestured to her mother. After a few seconds of silence, her mother raised her head and said, “Dumb as you are, has the new job crippled you as well? Get to work.”
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