The next day

Preeta and Anjali met in a cafe. They wanted to discuss about what are they going to do next. Other than her mom, Preeran trusted no one but Anjali. She was like a sister from another mister as they say. They both never fail to enlighten each other's life

"Preeta, I have an idea", said Anjali with a cheesy grin. In they're friendship,Anjali is not exactly the smartest but at this point, Preeta was desperate. In other words,very anxious.

"What is it?",Preeta said with at most curiosity.
"You should get a job", replied Anjali. At this point, Preeta wanted to bang her head on the table in front of her.

Instead of that bright idea, she got up from the chair, went in the garden close by and got a flower. She sat down once again and gave the flower to Anjali and said in a sarcastic manner,"Here take this, you have achieved such a big idea".

"Thank you ji", replied Ajali as she grabbed the fragile green living thing.
Preeta was beyond pissed with Anjali. How can she be so calm and stupid at the same time.

"you very well know I need a job and yet you said you had an idea"

"I know just the way to get you one", Anjali explained as she tapped her fingers on the four legged table with a brief smile.

"How?", Preeta questioned hoping that Anjali came up with something logical. With saying a silent prayer, she shifted her full attention towards Anjali.

"Last night I did some research and I think we can get you a job on the internet so I brought my laptop."

She had been doing research all night for vacancies in small restaurants and many other stuff that didn't really require qualifications. Anjali had few options but she worked out some details and made a few phone calls until she stumbled across an add.

Thinking about that add made her want to look at it again and again just to confirm that it was realistic.
She slipped out her laptop, typed a few things and voila.

"What is it?", Preeta asked as she shifted closer to get a better view.

"Lyric composer", Anjali simply stated. She knew exactly what Preeta would say but the made a vow to drag her to the grave yard if she didn't agree.

"No way, not in a million years. I just can't", they both quoted at the same time. Anjali smirked and did a mental happy dance in her head as she was proved to be right about Preeta's response."Come on Preeta, it is time to show your talent to the world", she retorted.

Preeta: I can't, what if.....

Anjali: Listen, you need a job as soon as possible and this is the perfect one for you and the payment is extremely high.

Preeta: Fine, I will do it but not for my dreams but my mother.

Anjali: Do whatever you want . There is a form you have to fill. Come on, do it.

Anjali gave her the laptop and told her to fill and submit the form.Preeta typed her first and last name and and began to answer questions. The first question was: " What is love?"

Preeta: Why is this a question?

Anjali: Maybe some thing to do with the writing of love songs.I am not sure.

Preeta: Let's see....

Anjali: Preeta, type exactly what you know about Love.

Preeta: Okay.

She began to type what she knows.

Preeta: Love is an intense feeling of deep affection. In other words, love is what one feels.Love should be seen not as a feeling but as an enacted emotion. 

Anjali was Shockingly looking at her.

Anjali: How do you know about these things?

Preeta: Oh come on, you very well know i love these kind of intense stuff.

Anjali: Okay, next question. "What do you do when someone  steal your boss's song?"

Preeta: What kind of question is that?

Anjali: Preeta, stop making faces and answer it, you need this job. Come, lets go to my house and we will continue there.

Both went to Anjali's house and continued the form there.

Preeta: I don't know what to do. This is too hard for me. 

Anjali: Come on, where did that confident Preeta go, you need to think.

Preeta: Idea!

Anjali(excitingly): What is it?

Preeta: Always have a backup song and after performance we could have a music lawyer take charge.

Anjali: Wow, what an idea. The last thing on the form is Compose a love lyric.

Preeta: That is easy, i can enter more than one.

Anjali: Oye, are you crazy.Kya tum paagal ho? Just do one.

Preeta(frowns): Fine. "Mere chhote chhote khwaab hain,Khwabon mein geet hain,Geeton mein zindagi hai Chaahat hai, preet hai"

Anjali: Okay, submit it now.

Preeta submitted the form and was anxiously waiting for a call.

Mumbai

Karan had just returned from practice and went to his room. The house was very much peaceful and he wondered why.

Words: 614

Sorry for the short update guys but I will try to publish the next chapter soon.

~Devi Singh