Sketchstory No. 6 - 'Tuesday 3:30 pm Meeting' by Usha Iyer

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Ha!!


That was a meeting no one will not forget in a hurry. One that the seniors will tell their juniors about whenever possible. Years later, those who were in the meeting will tell their versions of the same meeting as a story they were a part of, like people talk about the World Cup victory or some other event they really were not part of.


But that is where the whole fun of storytelling is! Right?


But hey! I am exaggerating! It wasn't really that type of a historic event. Certainly not impacting (did the World Cup victory impact us in any way? I don’t know!) too many people in that meeting room. Actually it impacted just 4 of us. Of which 3 were to be impacted for just over 3 weeks. 


The only person in the middle of all this, whose life might be impacted forever, is only one person. Me!!


I, Kriti, 44, Senior VP, Sales & Marketing, in this fancy multinational firm (name withheld for reasons of privacy) that sells stuff the children mustn't really eat(but that’s not the point here!), just presented sales figures of the last quarter and the projections for the next 6 months. 


Post the applause, I announced I was going on leave. For 3 weeks. Starting next Monday. To get married!

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  1. Life is beautiful !!July 25, 2020 at 11:41 AM

    Lovely sketches can’t read the local language but amazing expressive sketches ❤️🙏🏽

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    1. Chittu Kuruvee DesignsJuly 25, 2020 at 11:50 AM

      All stories are in English. Even Tamil and Hindi ones have translations. Let us know if we can help you read them all. Thank you!

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