Telepathic Connection

He was a devotee and a troubled heart, factors that invariably co-exist. The worldly dross started falling away from his person and the divine made way into his life. He could feel something unearthly taking control of his life. For such is the nature of devotion that His grace and power start manifesting in those who seek refuge at His holy feet. The impersonal polarizes into a personal being to help his devotees even though the hankering for the worldly gains consumes their breath.

It happened during an interview. He was worried but not nervous, for he had learned to accept whatever circumstances he was put through. When things would go awry and his last plank of safety was about to deceive him, some unseen hand would intervene and save him from the untoward. So, he couldn't disregard the timely help and arrogate his demands. He was facing the interviewer and suddenly another channel opened to him. He could read the mind of the person before him!

The interviewer in her characteristic smile asked him to have a seat. But, the warmth that was to accompany the gesture was lacking and he could sense it clearly. She was morose as her cheque had bounced and she had received a call from the bank an hour ago. A woman that she was, the news sounded like the news of death. With an unsettled mind she tried to run through the resume but couldn't focus much. She preferred: "Tell me something about yourself." The devotee sensed it all.

He talked about his education, history of his job stints, and hobbies. A pause followed. She was of the opinion that an introduction is incomplete without justifying ones suitability for the job. He quickly answered her thoughts. An assurance ran through her. This time the smile came from within and our hero also beamed up.

He was caught unaware by this strange faculty. She grew slightly fond of him and to those she grew gracious she wished to know about their family. He talked highly of his mother as the HR seemed to appreciate such regard shown to mothers. Her father was never supportive of her; it was her mother who encouraged her to pursue her MBA. Our hero went gaga in praising his mother. But, professionalism demanded that she curtailed her feelings for the candidates. The hero immediately got into the chicken image from the 'feel at home' comfort that he enjoyed a little earlier. She asked him to wait in the lobby while the director was busy at a meeting. The director was actually late!

At the lobby there was another guy who had applied for the same position. His conceit received a blow when he knew 'the diviner' had given his interview and was asked to wait. This implied that he was considered for the job. He asked for the hero's experience and was given an exaggerated figure, but was, later, also consoled by saying that company gave no importance to experience. The security personnel was eagerly waiting for the next guard to take over. He wanted to get home before his children turned up from school and wanted to share some private moments with his wife because the whole week he was doing a night shift. Our hero sympathized with him.

He asked the guard way to the loo. The guard directed him deriving joy from the fact that he was sought-after. As he was passing the cubicles some of the employees raised their heads to catch a glimpse of the new candidate. Some of them wore a very grave appearance trying to impress upon him how they slog at work. Girls looked at him from the corner of their eyes. The girl sitting near the door which opened into the loo noticed him from behind. She fancied men's butts. Her lechery saw him till the door closed and the last thought that reached him was her desire to snuggle suggested in her drawing up the office chair till her breasts pressed against the desk.

Standing next to him, at the loo, was a tall guy who was cursing his boss who, he felt, was an undeserving rascal. But, he has to keep his calm till the appraisals, he thought. The guy left, but lusty vibes emanated from the water closet. A guy was fantasizing furious sex with a lady in the neighbouring office. He had set the story in his dingy room laying her on the heap of clothes on the bed!

The director was carrying his meeting and wouldn't be available for the day, according to the HR. He was asked to come the next day at the same time. And, hurriedly she went in to catch up with the gossip exchanged among her colleagues.
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