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"How did Kabir Sir know it was me in that footage?" Ananya wondered. His weird gesture of shaking his right hand wrist kept pricking her, she looked at her own right hand and realised! Her bracelets! She herself wore quite a lot of them, almost covering her entire hand. And Kabir Sir had found out by that?

Wow, that was amazing! I mean, he recognised her bracelet! Awesome.

He was observant much. Now to get her job back, since he was clearly expecting her.

In Kabir's Office

"I want my job back." Ananya said.

"Do I or this news channel seem like a pampering father figure to you, to give in to your whims and fancies?" Kabir questioned, his voice not a decibel higher than it normally is. He was stating it to her, not

"No... Not really. But I think I deserve my job. It was mine anyways. I just want it back. That is it." Ananya said, not knowing what more to say. She didn't understand what his problem was. Why was he being so egoistic?

"Miss Kashyap, YOU resigned your job. I accepted it. So, that job isn't yours anymore. And it was MY job to get someone else there and I did. Trisha is promoted."

"The accountant told me you asked him to wait. So clearly, you were expecting me. Can I just have it back? Trisha does the weather report, not what I do."

If Kabir was stumped, he didn't show it.

"Oh. I knew you would come back. I thought you might as well fill in for Trisha. That slot is currently empty."

"No. I deserve what I was doing. I want that back."

Kabir walked forward towards Ananya, closer than need be intimidating Ananya. "Prove it that you deserve the job."

Ananya stammered looking into his eyes, "Haven't I proved it already?" She walked back a little, giving more space and comfort to herself.

"I mean, I got the Chaturvedi footage. I also got Nidhi Rane's statement. All of this in a week's time. So, I think I have proved myself worthy of the job. I also know that I resigned of my own accord. But, my being here now, means something. And, I want my job back."

Kabir walked back to his chair and said, "Do you watch cricket, Miss Kashyap?"

Ananya was taken aback. Was this man for real? "Yes, I do. Every Indian does. But, I don't understand how cricket is related to my job."

"What have you ever understood with gravity, Miss Ananya Kashyap?"

"To acquaint you with some already known facts, there is a selection committee that selects players for every tournament or two depending on their discretion. The number of professional cricketers in India is too high for even half the number to make it to the team even once in their lives. Even stalwarts who have proved' as you said, many a time, not twice or thrice, MANY, times that they deserve their position in the team. But not everyone stay permanently. Now, WHY? Why do they not stay permanently?" He posed her a question.

"Because... They aren't good anymore?" She said rhetorically.

"But, they had proved themselves worthy of their position long back Miss Kashyap!" Kabir exclaimed.

"Cricket is different from the media world. I think you know that much better than I do. Moreover, I proved it yesterday that I am worthy not years ago. I know what you are getting at. Fine. I'll prove it. You will call me back."

Saying so, Ananya walked out.

Kabir gave a pointed look at her hand, covered completely in like a hundred bracelets and a few voices rang in his head...

"I hate when you wear so many things on your hand. Looks as if you have a coiled snake in your arm." Kabir said.

And a laugh, a woman's laugh. Lovely and funny. "What? Why do you always imagine the worst? It could also be that I have a quirky sense of fashion." The woman said.

"It diverts attention from the conversation and the person! I cannot focus on what you are saying if with every hand gesture of yours, that snake keeps moving. No, not funny." He added when she looked ready to have another laughter session.

Back to the present, Kabir gave his head a shake "Kabir. Get back to the Chibber guy. He is more important."

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Part 2

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Kabir came home to be greeted by the four walls of his luxurious house in one of Delhi's uptown localities. There was a servant who stayed over, other domestic help who stayed only during the day. There wasn't anybody else. Even the servant would have retired for the night.

Kabir hung his coat on the hanger, went in, and changed and decided to star gaze. His work was giving him immense satisfaction, pleasure and power. Except that Ananya. She was going to have to prove her capabilities in working there. And, he didn't doubt she would do something outrageous. He had an inkling on what was to come.

She realised her position was strong since she knew he was expecting her back. Her decision to resign had come at a very inopportune time. If anyone could get an international award for being emotional, it had to be her. He smiled. She was good at her job though.

Even the other girl, Richa, who had got the news about Chibber at the same time as he had, she was good too.

Yet, tonight of all times, he felt something amiss. No, he knew WHAT was missing, he always knew, today, its absence was more potent than usual. There was a time, when he didn't have a 3,000 sq. ft flat. He was a guy struggling to make it big. It was when he was just beginning to achieve what he was now. He wanted to go back there. To her. He wished she were back.

He recollected the kid's words from last night. They wanted her back too. It had almost been a ritual for them both to go visit those poor industrial workers' kids and spend some time with them! And, then she decided to walk off.

He remembered how he had dreamt of owning a house like this one, being surrounded by juniors, listening to his instructions, following them, being at the helm of everything. Now, that he had everything, it still didn't seem complete!

Because, all his dreams, all his aims, goals in life, had inadvertently included her. By default, he had assumed they would be together. Hence, his goals seemed to appear complete them. Without her now, all of this just seemed mere acquisitions, you could acquire power, position, money and everything but not happiness and contentment.

Professionally, he was successful. He loved what he was doing. He loved to be in the limelight, at the same time, driving a point home. He wondered if she saw his news at nine. If she did, whether it mattered to her anymore.

People leave. No one is here to stay.

And yet, he couldn't move on. He forced himself to, he had tried hard and he was still trying and he endeavored to completely remove her from his system someday. That day wasn't near though.

He could never become apathetic. He just pushed her to the back of his mind, somehow, collecting all the broken pieces and making it big. He pushed those memories, almost locked them if it were possible and thrown the key somewhere he couldn't reach. But, those were like ghosts, not needing to be let loose. Memories hound you.

Memories help you. Most of all, memories make you what you are.

It was cool now, a breeze was blowing. That was the thing about staying in Delhi. It kills you through the day and tries to placate you at night.

People outside Delhi hated it. In fact, many in here, themselves hated it for lack of safety and administrative issues.

But he didn't mind. He was used to adjusting to circumstances as they came. If one couldn't change the situation, one could change oneself to adapt to it.

He gave himself a shake again, and decided enough was enough. He was going to do something else now. Star gazing wasn't for people like him. Stars and moon don't talk to you like some people do. Probably, celestial beings are partial and biased to certain people, like us humans.

"Let me watch a movie. Its ages since I watched any."

As he was going through the DVDs in the cabinet, found A Perfect Murder (1998).

It was a similar night someday some years ago...

In a small one bedroom rented flat,

"Kabir, no. I don't want to watch that, please. That sucks... No. Not that one either... How about, yes, A Perfect Murder?"

"Fine. I don't mind. Haven't watched it. But I heard it was good so got it. Have you?"

"Of course I haven't. But I have heard about it. It is supposed to be one of the best thrillers of 1998."

Back to the present, he decided to watch that. Again. He didn't seem in the mood for anything else.

At the end of two hours, he was sleepy and quite distracted after the movie and went to bed looking forward to a new day.

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