"Here is your seat ,Swati" he said.
He showed our respective seats and told us the work.

The place is called a call centre . Ha, it reminds me of one night at the call centre by chetan bhagat.
It is a supplier company which supplys the branded goods directly to the Retailers at a nice amount. Our work is as a call centre to solve their doubts and to report any errors. We will be here as a 1 week trainee and then as a member or worker. But the main problem was, I had not done such a job before.

All I hope was to be able to learn it as soon as possible.
Nikhil gave us a thin book. I found that it was written in Hindi. but I don't know any of it. I looked at Swati and, being manager,told me that it's a training chit for our week. I was worried by the Hindi but she told me that she will teach it to me at home.

Realizing Our conversation, Nikhil asked us if any problems but we gave him a united smile , enough to give him a shock.
He baded us by saying "think me as a friend, I will help you in any query"
We also baded him and went through the papers.

It was the first time for me to earn Indian rupees rather than Pakistani ruppeEs. But the word 'Pakistan ' reminded me of that. Why is my stupid brain always suffers such a brain drain.
But I cannot control my mind and those thoughts dived into the ocean of unconsciousness . And this time it was not strong.

This time , tears were not here but presence of grief and pain was felt . The days in India with swati have taken away my tears , but the feelings were still there . A joy prevailed within me as my past is fading away towards a new life Since there was no work now I peacefully dreamt of that past .
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