Unicorn Insight

And i wish to make a house At a place like this one day Where streets are beautifully cobbled And walls are made in a stony way Where day begins with a breeze And ends with a street song  Where journeys are about walking On the streets so long Full of creperies , boulangeries , fromageries Each street has a charm Even on a cold winter day An onion soup seems so warm So I would grab a ticket soon As soon as I get a chance Pack all my fancy baggage  And escape to Provence in France

A broken ring, a keychain, a lunch bill , a vogue magazine , many excel training manuals, excel shortcuts,cluster of green teas and a stack of letters wrapped in a pink satin ribbon...it was all in the pedestal ..It was Trisha's first day in Merrill Lynch. She was super excited to be in the new office. Sitting in her cubicle she was trying to get used to the new space. 3 months passed and she was dying of curiosity to whom it belonged. But opening someone else's private letters was rude." Oh..so it is you who sits at Patricia's desk", an fellow co-worker added. Trisha smiled coyly as she was never the social or extraverted one. She wanted to know more about Patricia, who was she , where she went ..but she never asked. Another 2 months passed and the team got a mail from the compliance division asking about disposing all the old papers in their drawers to the paper shredder. As a rule they were supposed to dump all the confidential papers older than 6 months in a c

"Oh no..not again "she thought before she went on another "date"on a Sunday afternoon to a neighbourhood CCD. Their horoscopes had matched and she was considered lucky to get even get this alliance at 'this' age. Her parents were desperate now. After all she was nearing her late 30s and was considered as too old in the "market"of marriage. Nothing mattered. Her degree in engineering nor post graduate in management , nor her art skills nor her state level championship in badminton nor her fitness or independence. In this marriage market she wasnt who she was. She was her " bio-data".. She was her " horoscope " ..she wasnt a person. So what? People in the past have married bio datas and have adjustedto live  happily ever after Today she had to "close the deal". Every time she went ,she only thought of her mom's worried face, dad's tensed mannerisms and her gossiping "well wishers" as well as friends who