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Chapter: Memories

“Sir, we lost the deal.” H

Chapter: Memories

“Sir, we lost the deal.” His PA said to Rahul. Rahul raised his head up, his eyes filled with tears, and he scratched his beard and said, “That’s not new for us.”

“Sir, I am quitting my job.”

“But, this is new to me,” Rahul hugged him for one last time, after which his PA left the office thanking him for all good that he has done so far.

“Maybe, I am born to lose.” Rahul said to himself. He puts his coat on and walked to his favourite bar, where he was welcomed by the barman. He sat on one of the high stools, and ordered a whisky shot. The barman brought him his favourite whisky brand on the rocks. He thanked him. Sipping it little by little, he travelled down his memory lane. All old golden memories flashed before his eyes – his college days, his six-pack body, and the clean-shaven look and of course, Ramya and Sahana. He smiled and signalled the barman to repeat the order. This happened for ten times, by that time the bar was closed, so he was asked to leave.

Walking on the way back to his home, he saw the park where he spent most of his life, and so he went inside the park and sat on the same bench he used to sit in his college days. He scratched his beard and said, “I hate this unclean stubble. I should get a clean shaven look soon.”

He looked all over the park, “Memories!” He said to himself and slipped into it.

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is PA said to Rahul. Rahul raised his head up, his eyes filled with tears, and he scratched his beard and said, “That’s not new for us.”

“Sir, I am quitting my job.”

“But, this is new to me,” Rahul hugged him for one last time, after which his PA left the office thanking him for all good that he has done so far.

“Maybe, I am born to lose.” Rahul said to himself. He puts his coat on and walked to his favourite bar, where he was welcomed by the barman. He sat on one of the high stools, and ordered a whisky shot. The barman brought him his favourite whisky brand on the rocks. He thanked him. Sipping it little by little, he travelled down his memory lane. All old golden memories flashed before his eyes – his college days, his six-pack body, and the clean-shaven look and of course, Ramya and Sahana. He smiled and signalled the barman to repeat the order. This happened for ten times, by that time the bar was closed, so he was asked to leave.

Walking on the way back to his home, he saw the park where he spent most of his life, and so he went inside the park and sat on the same bench he used to sit in his college days. He scratched his beard and said, “I hate this unclean stubble. I should get a clean shaven look soon.”

He looked all over the park, “Memories!” He said to himself and slipped into it.

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