After going down to the 6th floor and signing my name on the register, I was asked to go and sit in the lobby fringed with black and white sofas.
Insanely soft.
Like pandas without spines.
Jelly-like they were, almost.
As I made an attempt to go and sit on one of them, it felt like a scary quicksand.
In which I kept sinking and sinking and sinking.
Struggling and then, sinking some more.
After giving in and giving up, a few minutes later, the phone in the reception rang loudly.
And all the guard said in the phonecall was, "Haanji, abhi bhejta hun."
Then turning to me: "Maydam, Bodhi Sir aa gaye hai.
Aapko 8th floor pe jaane ke liye kaha hai."
As I somehow managed to wrestle myself out of that sofa, I felt a chill shiver going up my spine.
Shucks.
What was it going to be like meeting Bodhi?
What could he possibly ask?
I mean, I was hardly prepared for an interview, in all honesty.
And didn't have much (or any) knowledge about ad.
As I went up, the guard slowly swiped me in.
And pointed in the direction of Bodhi's terminal...
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