The small booklet. Navy Blue cover with the Shining Fonts. Aptitude classes. Ironed formals. Codes. Where-do-you-see-yourself-five-years-from-now shit. Profiles. Packages. Trainings. Projects. Challenges.
Hey, Mister! When you ask me of my strengths, will you like it if I said I can walk really long distances, alone? In the Calcutta mist? Even when the roads are all empty and street dogs bark loud? That I can sit on broken stairs of old houses by the street and stare for hours together? Or that I can always find my way to all the shabby eateries that smell of wet cement, of so many things that I am never really sure of. Can I tell you about that tea shop we always go to? It's so much fun, you know!
Will I tell you that my only weakness is this city I have grown to love?