I Must be Living Someone Else's Life !
I was only 13. I brought a pup home after fighting with all my family. I called it Mickey. The dog died after a year. Everyone else in my family cried and I kept wondering why. My father had a heart attack when I was 15. He loved me the most amongst all the siblings. No one told me about it, scared, that it would break me. Five days later they took me to the ICU. Tears rolled down my father's eyes on seeing me. I was cool. He got better and I kept wondering what the fuss was all about. I did not do my homework and projects in school. My brother and my sister did it for me. I did not fill a single application form for admission to a college. My Father did it for me. I appeared for one interview, got selected and joined up. That happened to be the first and the last interview of my life. Till now, that is. My work life was no different. I was just not concerned ( The Xomba user ‘notconcerned’ must be getting concerned). Nothing fazed me and somehow without much effort on my part, thi...