Yash Soni

I am one of them, in almost every aspect. Just that when it comes to love, I'm a little different from my friends. It's surprising how love is found, made and how all these emotions are expressed, all over texts. All I have done is write letters, some 10 of them, and kept them with me. (Even my best doesn't know.) Every morning in a hall filled with closed eyes, I keep mine open, to look at you, peacefully. Don't even ask me about the number of times I stroll, near the stairs, in that corridor, or near the field, hoping to see you. Just once, maybe. I can never understand how without even thinking about it, they randomly mention each other on social media. I don't remember the number of times I have typed your name, long pressed the backspace key, afraid, overthinking, before tagging you. You know, they meet almost every day, click tons of pictures too, in uncountable poses. The occasions we meet are a few birthday parties. And pictures? I hav

I met love the day I opened my eyes for the first time. She had teary eyes and strangely a broad smile. I realized, love was an amalgamation of many feelings. I met love in the plastic eyes of my doll named 'Anna.' For the first time, I realized, love preferred silence and it needs to be understood. I met love in between the spokes of wheels of my first bicycle. For the first time, I realized, love runs fast, it needs to be chased. I met love in the smile lines of my paralyzed grandpa. For the first time, I realized, love is trying. I met love in summers. She had wrinkled eyes and wore specs. For the first time, I realized, love was selfless. I met love on the third bench of the first row and love wore a tie. For the first time, I realized, love can be a girl. I met love when I was 21, and stood on the opposite street of where I was standing. Love waved and said goodbye. For the first time, I realized, love doesn't stay, always. I met love on the 3rd bench of the altar on

My first job was a “small time job”. That is how I would justify to explain it:) I was working for MakeMyTrip.com where I used to collect details of Inventory & room rates and upload that data on website. I almost update 50 to 70 hotel's rates and Inventory per day. The moment I reached a hotelier he would start yelling at me, “Your company is useless”. It was tough to pacify the hotelier. Later on, I realised that I was the face of the company, the hotelier had no clue what was going on in the company. Many of my friends/family used to laugh at me, what a silly job I was doing. But that job taught me a simple thing which remained with me forever. No job is small if you do it well you can make a difference not only to your life but to so many other lives. There is nothing like a “small time job”. We make our job big or small. What was your first job ? What did you learn ? Enable yourself !! Empower yourself !! #FirstBlog #FirstStory #Shortstory #Yas