like it was in Bihar. However, I googled it and discovered it was a set
of beautiful islands in the Pacific Ocean, some reachable only by
private plane. Which ruled out me going there and murdering the
groom.
However, the pain of the second year felt like a tickle compared to
the third year. Third year sucked. I had zero ability to get over her.
I couldn’t believe a girl who had left me a year ago had such a grip
on me. We had not even slept together. However, it mattered little. She
was the only girl I had played, walked, eaten, talked, studied and had
fun with. I had peeked into Silent Riya more than anyone else, or so I
thought. How could I forget her?
Well, I could not forget her from two years ago, but I had forgotten
the interview room 1 had entered two minutes ago.
‘I said, what brings you here?- the interviewer repeated and sipped
from his bottle of water.
‘Yes, sir. I am here because...’ I fumbled to remember the
company’s name.‘Because HSBC is a dynamic place to work in and I
want to be a part of it.’
Given my cut-paste answer, I thought he would splash his water on
my face. However, he didn’t.
‘Madhav Jha, right?’ said another member of the panel, reading my
resume.
‘State-level basketball, impressive. Shortlisted for national team
trials last year. Did you make it?’
‘No, sir.’
‘Why not?’
I hesitated for a second and then gave my answer. ‘I didn’t go for
the trials.’ Basketball reminded me of her. After she left, I never went
to the court.
‘Why?’ all three of them asked together.
‘I couldn’t. I was under stress.’
‘What kind of stress?’ said the first interviewer.
‘Personal.’