Hi all, Somebody asked me “How are you feeling on your last day?” My answer is “Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I’m a mix-tape, a cassette that’s been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.” As a writer, I thought I would write a glorious & most sort after last day mail but when I sat in my cubicle for the last time, my words could not reach my fingertips. I spend close to 1350 days in Infosys swiping in & out, right now thousands of emotions…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra