I am kick-starting this 'stories' blog as a form of nostalgia about the lighter moments at work from my corporate & consulting experiences. I take help from Tagore's famous quote: When the touch of spring is in the air, I suddenly wake up from my nightmare of giving ‘messages’ and remember that I belong to the eternal band of good-for-nothings; I hasten to join in the vagabond chorus. But I hear the whisper around me: ‘this man has crossed the sea’, and my voice is choked.
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