EPISODIC STORY WRITING

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Dear Neha,

Ok, I owe this to you, talking to dad was not a bad option; at least I had the opportunity of working in a ‘Real publishing house’. This is a really cool summer internship program, and had the experience of meeting a really hot guy Named Jimmy, he has the perfect accent possible. Every time I find myself stuck with certain manuscripts, he tosses his perfect hair, marches swiftly in my direction, smiles his ‘oh dear!’ smile and there, right at that moment I feel like my world has stopped, waiting for him to overwhelm it with his presence. We have coffee breaks and he accompanies me all the time. God! Chandigarh, its such a nice place, Exciting, so many different people. I am absorbing every moment I possibly can.

This is the exact version I need you to narrate Arnav, last time in my winter vacations, when we were fighting, you exaggerated it to the point that it sounded I am planning to have babies with the guy.

On your special demand the real version,

I wanna kill Arnav, talking to dad was the worst option; this job sucks, I don’t really have anything to do here, except to look busy, read goofy stuff, smile (my jaw aches!). I mope from one corner to other (they didn’t even have the courtesy to provide a temporary sitting arrangement.) Rarely do I have water cooler moment. There’s this guy name Jamshed who heads the intern team, his hair are replete with oil, every time he smile his crooked teeth spook me out (haunts me!) and right at that moment I feel my world has come crashing onto me. There’s no one to accompany me to coffee breaks. God! This place is freaking me out, bored to death. I wanna throw up for every moment I had here.

Your sad friend

Rehya!