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One as usual day in office after my evening chai with one of my friend –“Stephan”- returned back to my desk. By default checked my mails after 50 times almost in a day which made no difference but 51st (Random count) time when I logged in my system I see a LYNC request (Office internal Messenger) by an employee named “Nandan Kumar” Popping in my screen. Before all this let me introduce Myself, I am “Raashi” carrying bubbly nature with a cute smile always but short tempered. I am a born dancer half of the reason me being a bit famous in my office campus. Unknown requests on LYNC were common for me but I use to check the Profile in our company directory and at the end of the day ignore the request. But in case of Nandan he was a lateral to the office and had been less time for him joining the company, his profile was not seen in the directory. I searched 4 times for that day, was fed up giving a try and left for the day. It’s me in our company bus who comes so early to reserve a window seat always. Earphones full volume music, chats in WhatsApp, a few minute call to Mamma, Watch out at cool guys and Gals (Not as Lesbian -It is just to check out their dressing sense), Talking to bus driver so many tasks…
Between all these things 1 Question remained unanswered- “Who was that guy”?
Next day reached my Office with sleepy face and logged in the system, checked mails and left to GYM (My favorite task of the day). After 2hrs of workout back to my work area.  Knowing that I will be not having better mails for the rest of the day logged in system again. 
Nandan Kumar: “Good Morning. Have a Nice Day aheadJ
Very Obvious curiousness and I Reply “Do I know you?”
Once Again I do checked in employee directory but no clue.
There was a guy in gym who use to watch me through all possible mirrors. My mindset was hinting him and he seemed to be a Northie. But here comes the twist. This fellow replied back in Kannada after a delay of 5-6 mins gave me a hint that he was a Kannadiga.
Nandan Kumar:”You don’t know me but we have spoken and I know you”.
After this reply very obvious My Head had many thoughts I started recollecting whom I have spoken to all stuffs- no clue-L

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