When I was in my teens, I wasn’t quite aware of my future, vague thoughts wandered through, in and out of my wobbly walnut. Without an aim in life, in I drifted away to my twenties. Here we go, college to work. Phew! It was an incredible journey. Never knew that I would be talking to Americans daily. I was a CSR, short for, Customer Service Representative for the credit card division for various stores of the US of A. I worked at nights and my cousin got me this job, wondered why he thought I was good at speaking. He was generous enough to put me in a multinational company, which I did not use for my good. Anyway, my first call went right over my head. I never said I didn’t watch English movies. Make it clear in your head, watching and talking are two different hands. They were two different tangents for me those days. Even though attended voice accent classes, which I still laugh over thinking. I used to see my neighbors talking behind my back ,”This girl works at night.”,they said. I was one of the few who pretended to be an owl. Don’t say I didn’t enjoy my freedom. Every night, my shoe resounded on the stair case at three a.m. I smirked like a secret agent going on an important mission. Later, my sister accompanied me. well, I should say a decked up, fashionista who looked like Shabana Azmi from Arth or Deepti Naval,who always seemed chirpy. My sister and I, we both were owls. One had choices on apparel and the other was dependent, by the way dependant was me.
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