Short Story "Interview or Date" (Part 3)

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I resisted my desire of talking to him. ‘Focus Aisha…Focus’, I told myself,’ Focus on the interview darling’. I tried to flush my RAM and refill it with the useful technical content which I would need once in front of the interviewer. Garbage in, Garbage Out. ‘Go back to the resume’. Really!

“Which year are you in?” I broke the ice.

“Third year, Mechanical Engineering”, he was prompt enough to reply with a smile.

A smile can do wonders. It is infectious and it infected me too. The anxiety eased out. The nervousness…err… well, what does this word mean? Does it even exist? Where was I? What was I doing there? This is what Mr. French cut’s smile was doing to me.

“May I sit there beside you?” he asked me politely.

“yeah…sure!” I smiled looking down on my resume.

 My mind entered in a duel with itself. ’Okay, so I am good with C, C++, shell scripting….umm…let me ask him about his hobbies’.

“You don’t seem to be a permanent resident of this city.”

 He definitely seemed interested in making a conversation and so was I. Somebody had to win that duel going on inside my head. Apparently, I had won. ‘Don’t give me that sly smile, who else could win, Aisha?’

“Good guess. How did you know?” I was curious.

“Well, your resume reads Aisha Rose . The surname is quite unheard of in this region”.

“Alright.” ‘So, Mr. French cut had scanned my resume’ I thought.

“What do you plan to do after your graduation: higher studies or job?” I gave him the most common options.
“None of those, I believe.”

“Really? Then what is the Plan B? Marry a rich girl?” I winked at him.

We both burst into laughter. Never before that moment had I observed that Laughing is so therapeutic. The act of laughing initiates the secretion of dopamine in the brain. It is a chemical that gives you a happy feeling.
 
“Actually, I have a legacy of family owned businesses, so no worries. Life is fun”, he shrugged his shoulders care freely,” But why aren’t you going inside the interview room?”

“When you have the power to choose, you must choose wisely. I am waiting for the right time to enter.” I smiled sheepishly hiding my nervousness. ‘Did I just say nervous? Oops.’

After Prateek, Samaira, Neshu, Aman and two more had faced the interview.

“Would you like to go next?” he asked me.

“I am not sure.”

“C’mon, it’s going to be all fine. Trust me. The interviewers are really cool.”

“Fine.” I stood up feeling more confident than before.

*****
To be Contd...

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