Sometimes its good to have an open mind and believe what others say, especially if your own heart believes that person.
Some stories are told because they should be told, without any hidden agenda.
This is such a story, some pages from my life to wake indians up, to remove the glasses of hypocrisy from their eyes and show them another side of real india, which may invade their world too, ignorance is not a bliss. Its a timebomb.
She was too shy to look at his face fully, her heart raced whenever he was near. He never displayed any interest, kept a distance. She tried to befriend him but drew null, months passed by, she was not one of them who easily move on, then she started to feel something was missing.
She fell for a really decent guy.
Somehow he has changed, there was a sign of corruption on his face, his way of acting too has become quite cheap, vulgar.
She was about to become aghast on her own taste when she saw the original.
The same desk in same office, same name, same designation, the men were different. There was no doubt about that, they looked similar but were different!
What kind of office was she working in?