I was in the shower when the phone started buzzing. I quickly came out of the shower and wiped my hands so that I can swipe to pick up the call. It was Mr.Das, my publishing agent. Mr. Das was a decent man, in his late forties, with two daughters, but he always said three, he considered me one amongst them. For his years of working with laureates & people in the writing world, he wanted his daughter's to have those instincts too, but none of them turned out to be. And then that affection turned out for me.
I, Ankita, twenty-seven & single, I work for Sopra Steria, Bangalore & with all the luck in my life & blessings from the gods, the old & the new, my first book got published four weeks earlier. I had no idea about the games the gods were playing, but this one phone call changed my life forever.
"Hey, Ankita, I have some news for you", Mr.Das said.
"I hope it's something good", I replied.
"It is, my child", Mr Das replied and added, "You must have heard a lot about lit fests, I must say".
"Yes! I have, for sure Sir", I replied curiously.
"And have you ever been a part of one", Mr.Das said. I bet he was giggling on the other side. "What is it, sir?", I was getting impatient now.
"The times literary carnival has chosen you to speak at the debutant column, Ankita. Not only as a nominee, but also for greeting the audience regarding your first book & a lot more", Mr Das replied.
No words came out of my mouth. I was whelmed with the thought of it. I wanted someone to pinch me right there and then, but there was no one around. I clenched to the chair near. My heartbeat was as fast & as slow as it could ever be. For the first time I felt proud of myself, I never achieved something more real than this. My convocation, or my first paycheck, nothing gave this type of exhilaration.
"Hello? Hello? Ankita? Are you okay", Mr.Das shouted out of the phone.
I completely forgot about him.
"Yes! Sir Yes! I'm absolutely okay", I said quickly, I was smiling.
"So get ready little dove, Delhi is waiting for you", Mr.Das said & hung up.
Delhi? Wait. What? Oh! No, no, no.
Not Delhi. Anything, anything but not Delhi. *CONTINUED IN COMMENTS*
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↦I want my rematch.↤
I'd like to talk about the Woman's Battle a Royal which took place last week on RAW in my hometown of Chicago Illinois, and the return to action of myself. The battle royal was probably one of the greatest matches in my professional life — hell no, it :WAS: one of the greatest matches in my professional life. But I came up short, it was a disappointment because I didn't bring home the Woman's Championship. You see, Nikki Bella was smart, she laid on the side of the ring for most of the match, only to steal a victory which was meant to be mine. I'm the one who put Natalya down with an diving cross-body, but little Miss Bella decided to steal :MY: opportunity. That was a side to Nikki Bella nobody knew existed. A side where she doesn't fight for what she wants, she just steals the opportunities of others. Personally, I think that the entire WWE Universe deserve to have another good time! So what I'm saying, Nikki, is that I want you to fight me :TONIGHT: and give me the title shot which I deserve. The entire world is waiting, so come on, show me what you've got, champ. I'll be waiting.