I met this beautiful woman in the first class of a course in her undergraduate degree in Indian politics.
She was a bit nervous about the course but the professor reassured her that she would learn the basics and I would change the profession from a journalist to a politician, he said.
She told me I was not crazy for thinking that, and that she was not going to go to university and become a politician.
I thought this was a great idea.
I had to work hard for her, so I asked her to do this interview.
After the interview, I felt a lot of pride for being able to ask such a great question.
After the interview she told me she was in love with politics.
I knew that I was lucky to have met such a beautiful woman who would change her profession and become an advocate for women.
The next day, I was asked to change my profession.
I was in the middle of my exams and had not prepared anything, but she took care of the work.
She went to my desk, and asked me if I needed any help.
I told her no, but I did not say anything about what I was thinking.
I think it was because I was nervous that I said that I thought I was doing a good job, but that she knew that.
She then asked me how much she would get for her interview.
I did my best to explain to her what I would do, and I was assured that I would get a very good salary, she said.
After I got a few hundred rupees, I went to her home to take care of my studies.
I said to her that I am studying for my exams, and she said I can go to the university, so that is the first thing I did.
I did not take my exams until late November, and the next day I had the interview.
The first day, the professor gave me a nice gift of a book, which is a book about politics, he told me.
The book has pictures of the Congress leaders from various countries, and it also tells me that my work is not in vain.
I have been in this job for a while now and I think that I can do better.
I hope to get a job like this one.
I feel that I have learnt a lot.
The next day the professor called me to the room, and told me that he was going home.
I asked him why, and he said he was busy, and needed to rest.
Later that day, my colleague was called and told that the professor had died.
He asked me what happened to him.
I explained to him that he died due to heart failure.
I don’t know how he died, but he did not get a proper funeral, I said.
He was so happy, and hugged me, telling me that I did a great job for him.
He died two days later, and a few days later my family called me.
I didn’t know what to do at that time, so the next morning I went back to work.
This was my first interview with a journalist, and when I got the call, I immediately wanted to know more about the job I was getting.
After my interview, the Professor told me, ‘I am so proud of you for getting this job, and you will earn a lot’.
I told him that was not true, because I had been doing a lot for my university.
The Professor told my boss that he should get him a good position in the company.
My boss told me to take the interview as soon as possible, and in the morning I got it.
When I arrived at the office, I noticed that my boss was not there.
He had gone out drinking and he was lying on the floor, I think he was having heart failure, I told my colleague.
When I came to, the boss was lying dead on the ground.
He died of heart failure because of the way he worked.