Short Story "Interview or Date" (Part 1)



It was a long corridor. I could see through the glass door. There were about twenty chairs placed against the left wall, probably one for each candidate. The right wall was adorned with colourful boards with quotes from famous people written on each. Below each board was placed carnations planted in pots painted in red. There were two rooms each on either side just before and after the area where the chairs were placed.

“May I have your attention please? “, the young voice caught everyone’s attention and suddenly there was pin drop silence in the parlour where  a group of final year to-be engineering graduates were gathered for the final round of the placement in a renowned Indian IT  MNC.

“All those whose names I am going to call, are requested to make a queue and occupy seats inside the corridor. Rest, kindly wait here till any further call”, said the placement coordinator; Manish Rai, his badge read. He read out a list of twenty names and instructed them to be ready with their resume and portfolios in the corridor.

I was one among those twenty.

I stood up from my place and so did my adrenaline from its concerned gland. I rushed towards the door which had PULL ME painted on it, pushed through it to be the first one to occupy the seat in the corridor.

LUB DUBB…LUB DUBB…LUB DUBB…

Ten minutes later.

“Mam, It’s your turn now”, said Aditi Singh , another placement coordinator, turning towards me.

Something shook me from within....To be Contd.

Copyright © 2014 Anushree Kesarwani. All rights reserved.
For the next part, keep an eye on this blog "Random Access Memory"

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