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The Making

He wanted it, badly. He wanted her to want it too.He tried convincing her that they could do it only if she believed in herself, that if they finally did it, they would have an amazing time and if not, there would have been the attempt itself, which was pleasure by itself, that making a fool of herself did not matter, that she was really good at it than she thought she was.

She finally gave into his demand.

That night they made…

Tandoori Chicken!


There is a deep and cosmological connection between my birth, my parent's decision to name me what they did, my profession and my education. This brings me to the conclusion that fate is predetermined and like in Hindu mythology, is written by Brahma when someone is born. Example: My name is unique. I did my grads in Psychology. I then did my masters in HR (offshoot of following all the psychos). I then did the ultimate decision of joining an MNC in ............. beat it, BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT. So, I have the concept 'MAD' in my name, my education, my choice of career and all the milestone decisions of my life. Now, is it predetermined or what ? :-D

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