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like it was in Bihar. However, I googled it and discovered it was a set

           of beautiful islands in the Pacific Ocean, some reachable only by
           private plane. Which ruled out me going there and murdering the
           groom.

                However, the pain of the second year felt like a tickle compared to

           the third year. Third year sucked. I had zero ability to get over her.
                I couldn’t believe a girl who had left me a year ago had such a grip

           on me. We had not even slept together. However, it mattered little. She
           was the only girl I had played, walked, eaten, talked, studied and had

           fun with. I had peeked into Silent Riya more than anyone else, or so I
           thought. How could I forget her?

                Well, I could not forget her from two years ago, but I had forgotten
           the interview room 1 had entered two minutes ago.

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                ‘I said, what brings you here?  the interviewer repeated and sipped
           from his bottle of water.
                ‘Yes, sir. I am here because...’ I fumbled to remember the

           company’s name.‘Because HSBC is a dynamic place to work in and I
           want to be a part of it.’

                Given my cut-paste answer, I thought he would splash his water on
           my face. However, he didn’t.

                ‘Madhav Jha, right?’ said another member of the panel, reading my
           resume.

                ‘State-level basketball, impressive. Shortlisted for national team

           trials last year. Did you make it?’
                ‘No, sir.’

                ‘Why not?’
                I hesitated for a second and then gave my answer. ‘I didn’t go for

           the trials.’ Basketball reminded me of her. After she left, I never went
           to the court.

                ‘Why?’ all three of them asked together.
                ‘I couldn’t. I was under stress.’

                ‘What kind of stress?’ said the first interviewer.
                ‘Personal.’
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