Yash Soni

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