Passionophoria

Episode4 Havent read the third Episode Yet?? Jump to  Episode 3 I was cursing myself for what I had done yesterday. I had slapped her and left her all alone in the rain and then gone home. I hadn’t even turned back to see if she had been crying. But she must have cried. After all, she is a girl. Making a girl cry was the last thing that I had ever wanted to do in life. I had been feeling guilty from the moment I had gotten up this morning. All my anger had died off. For the first time in three months I took the company bus to go to office. It was obvious that Disha wouldn’t be offering me a free ride today. It was different, the journey to office today. While I stared out of the window, I felt that something was missing. Disha’s lame jokes, her courteous laughs at my poor jokes, strands of her hair dancing on my face while she rode her scooty, her inexperience at slowing down on speed breakers which always sent me flying a feet up in the air were not all that I was

Episode 3 Havent read the second Episode Yet?? Jump to  Episode 2    I have always wanted to become a movie director. Engineering was never on the cards for me. Yet, I became one since my family had insisted. But the desire to become a director refused to die. I had already written one script which I hoped would be turned into a movie someday. But there are at least seven million people out there who have similar hopes. I had never showed my scripts to anyone for reasons I don’t know. But that day I gave them to Disha, again for the reasons I don’t know. It was half past five and we were about to leave office. “Wow..!! This looks so fat..!! It would take me at least a month to read it, I guess!” she exclaimed. She kept the fat pile of scripts in her bag. But it appeared as if she was least interested in reading it. Sometimes she would be excited about whatever I do, and sometimes she would find them completely uninteresting. Imagine you have promised someone a heft

Havent read the first Episode Yet?? Jump to  Episode 1    Episode 2 “And all of you have been put into one big team. All you freshers” said Mr. Kurian, in his Malayalam accent. It was the last day of the training and Mr. Kurian was the manager of the line to which we were being assigned. It was highly unusual for all trainees to be put into a single team. We had been expecting to be put into different teams, with hardly two of us being in the same team. But his words came as a pleasant surprise and the whole batch of trainees erupted in joy, except for one gentleman. I was shocked. I have seen lightning, thunder, volcanic eruption being shown in Bollywood movies when a character gets to hear unpleasant, distressful and terribly shocking news. And for the first time I realized that such things happen in real life too. The distress I found in having to bear with Disha, superseded the joy of working with familiar faces. For all these days, all that I had hoped for was freedo