But as mentioned before, the spirit of being successful has shown her a ray of hope. While passing through a tunnel, a torch with dim light has always come to her rescue. She believes in herself but others fail to believe in her dreams.
At every step of her life, especially at her workplace, she has met with ‘extraordinary’ people, which she can’t stop classifying into categories. Given their knack, she believes there are three genres of human species.
Genre number one: Back stabbers - they are very sweet on your face but as soon as they get the opportunity to nail you, bang on they are on time. Wish they can be on time in their day to day life and work that requires them to be punctual.
Genre number two: Insensitive - they are bit of rude but she doesn’t get offended by them because they aren’t deleterious like back stabbers.
Genre number three: Insecure - being insecure is not a crime. But being insecure and pressing somebody down so that they can have a say in the organisation are not worthy of friendship. Sooner or later they are turn into back stabbers. And because of them you can see yourself coming crushing down.
To add pinch of salt to her life, she never falls short of these species. They are right there, watching her closely and becoming main hurdles in her life.
Remember those puzzles where you know the answers and if you put those answers correctly, the puzzle gets solved. Why life can’t be like this?
Her life has many unsolved puzzles, and she does know how to solve them. But call it her bad luck; she keeps swinging here and there.
She is hoping for things to get better. And hope is the only reason that she wears a smile on her face.
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