I was on transit recently in a bus one beautiful morning and there was this young man who sat just close to me.He started a converstaion and we got talking in the course of the long journey.He obviously was an extrovert, so it wasn’t difficult for him to pick up a chat.
Somehow I got to know he was thirty-three years old sometimes after that day.He was keeping my company with all his gists.
And then, he asked me about what I am doing for a living.Gladly,I told him what I was into at first and then smiled with greater hope for years to come.
Suddenly,he kept mute and his countenance changed and went down.
You aren’t saying anything….I said.
He took a deep breath and sighed…
Hmmm….could this be what people refer to as “enemy of progress”.I thought.
But he doesn’t know me,I pondered.
It was glaring that…
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