‘We are done with the interview. Do you want to ask me anything?’ asked Ms. Shivangi, an interviewer with a pretty smile.
I applied for a job of creative writer at a leading viral content company. I took a deep breath and asked the question I wanted to ask so ardently, ‘Tell me something about yourself.’
She smiled amusingly and replied, ‘I am working as a senior editor for this firm from last six months. I graduated from New York University in MFA and returned to India. This is my first job after graduation.’
‘Anything else you want to know?’
‘Then we are done here. Thanks for coming, we will get back to you shortly.’
I expressed gratitude, stood up from chair, and stared blindly at desk.
‘Anything else?’ asked she.
‘Have you not been my interviewer, I would have said something to you what I am about to say now.’
She looked intently at me.
I continued, ‘I like your smile. It is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. And I couldn’t help but notice, you don’t have a ring on your finger. So I just want to say, I love you, will you marry me?’
She frowned and said, ‘Yes.’
‘You just said yes?’ I asked, exalted.
‘Yeah, I said yes. Yes, you can leave now. Because, have you not been my interviewee, I would have said something to you what I am about to say now. Your writing is a piece of crap, your interview was waste of my time, and above all, your charm is ridiculous. And I couldn’t help but notice, this is the end of our discussion.’
We both were silent for a moment.
I smiled softly and said, ‘It’s good to see you.’
She appreciated with a brittle smile and a blink. A guilt radiated through her eyes.
The crazy fact, she was my ex-girlfriend who left me five years ago for NYU.