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THEY both were ambitious, hopeful with dream-filled eyes… With her feminine advantages, SHE was able to convince her parents for looping into the uncertain sphere of literature while HE, accustoming his shoulder to all familial liabilities gave enough fertilizer to his to-become-a-writer dream…

“Read lots of books and a great masterpiece will bubble up within you spontaneously” kinda advice when started to be crystal clear to them with their incapability to be the sole key to their successful content writer’s career, both put mind on starting a blog… Google’s straightforward recommendation of WordPress.com as an output of “best blogging site” search, resulted in their first post on their respective blogs within 24 hours… Being within the group of extremely talented writers with thousands of followers showcasing their genius, insurmountability threw their zest into the chasm of inferiority complex… But nature’s tricky irony exactly then made them like the posts of each other… It will surely be my audacity to explain the moment of ‘OMG! First like on my very first post’ moment to my present readers… Few more comments enriched their excitement… I wonder, after a fortnight of blogging, how unfair it would be if the boy would turn to be too shy to beg her contact number!!! Almighty heard my cry!!!

The giant egg-yolk was spread upon the crepuscular, natural frying pan of the West horizon… The chatter of returning birds was too conventional for our ears to surpass the tired squeak of our day-long rat race…No clamor, no haste, no festivity was contrived for their first chat… But the initial step was destined to happen from Adam’s part on that evening… Venus insisted the counterpart to reply back… Some mere short, bashful chitchats took not more than a couple of weeks to grow into sharing of deep secrets, an authentic storehouse of unauthentic amateur solutions of typical young stars’ familial problems and most importantly, to be each other’s shoulder through their thorny, inexperienced trail of the ‘pen’s occupation’… Twinkling stars used to be their unethical overhearing company for those sleepless nights which filled their, their own, their very own universe with newly sprung hopes, praises by and for each other’s rare literary genius… Their fixed two corner seats on their favourite cafeteria, sudden photo bombing resulting in unbearable punishment of 15 mins-no-talk, sudden arrival of HIS shirts into her nightwear section or HIS better comprehension on the taste of HER best-loved lip gloss than HIS favourite pastry agreed in one word, when a perfect bonding was there, nothing and occupation-clash could be a barrier… SHE was bothered with her intricate sentence formation while HE found her with some vivid affinity with Charles Lamb on this regard; HIS lack of self-satisfaction was some hopeful indication of his success for HER… They both were their strength; their passion for writing was like fire; they shared it and expanded its circumference by twice…

Things started nothing but going smoother they could ever imagine… Earth’s complete rotation seemed less than its one or two revolutions to them… By this time, their writing skill also had gone unpredictability up; after all, NOTHING CAN BE A STRONGER SUPPORT THAN A MORAL ONE…

Finally, with a decent experience of blogging to enrich their CV, it was their time to step into the field of corporate world… Their unuttered commitment to be together lead them to submit their CV together for every single vacancy…
In a trice, they fairy tale started to face the hard ground of reality… A pen drive with some specialized qualifications was in a duel in the barter of sword for having the hold upon kingdom… Consistent rejection from a conspicuous number of companies was an utter disillusionment for their bubbling dreams… Lack of confidence belligerently dragged down their creativity… But, still and most importantly, THEY were each other, holding their hands so tightly as no storm could bend them…

One fine morning, the fairytale gained its miraculous ground through the golden page of GMAIL… They both got calls for a three tire interview procedure from the same company which was one of the most lucrative start-off platforms for the inexperienced… Some punchings of hand and bites on lips withered away any chance of dreaming… THEY, they together are finally going to be in formals…
The awaited day came… For the sake of art at least, THEY had to pass an initial couple of rounds and THEY did it… Some time left before the final round, the group discussion and interview, one of the five aspirants, probably the most nerd one started to wonder the role of luck factor while five candidates with mostly equal qualifications, approaching for a single vacancy… SHE, puzzling either to laugh at their own fate or to blame God’s tricky irony was about to leave, HE confirmed their attendance as an experience… Their support was enough to strengthen them to fight further and further…

The group discussion went well, beyond their expectations. Both put stress on their strong points brought out by one another for so long time… The ultimate part, group interview started within next 10 minutes. In no time, they discovered that the blogging experience which none of the three other had, was pretty impressive for the recruiter… Within a couple of minutes, the strive shrank only between THEM… And some glimpses of conversion for my reader are here:

“Sir, I’m sure you have noticed my follower’s number as almost of her double.”

“Number of posts per week is the best representation of consistency and communicative efficiency, not the number of followers, without any doubt sir.”

“I think it will be your time worthy Sir if you look on the various spheres of topics I’ve covered here.”

“I’m fluent in handling braided and intricate double narrative as well, I hope you have already obliged my by noticing it, Sir.”

It went on and never ended… After all,

“NOTHING CAN BE A STRONGER SUPPORT THAN A MORAL ONE, EVEN MORE STRONGER WHEN IT COMES FROM WITHIN ONE’S SELF.”.

Wanna know more about aesthetically? Let’s have a visit on About me, rather about the impressions of the society upon me with which I’m composed of…

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