At times when work demands, the office hours get stretched. And to keep the machine going, you do need to refuel at regular intervals. Fortunately we have an excellent food outlet in our office. I often order food for myself and my chamber staff.
But today, I didn't. So when my peon brought a plate of Chicken Friend Rice, I questioned where it came from. "Sir, today it's from my side, my child has passed with very good marks". I could see the joy in the glittering eyes. I could see the pride in the smile. And those winds of change, in the vibes. And yes, the fried rice had never tasted better.
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