I was turning off my laptop, when my boss called out. “I need something done. Can you stay back for an hour or two?”
I couldn’t. It was the last day of the Picasso Exhibition, and Disha and I were both looking forward to it. But Appraisals were coming up, and I really had no choice.
“Thank you so much for staying back”, my boss told me when I was done. “By the way, I have two passes for a private reception at the Picasso Exhibition. Would you be interested?”
I never really believed in Destiny, but sometimes I wonder.
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