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Untreaded Path ....

She never wondered she would land in a place, so beautiful, so serene and filled with surprises. The blossoming flowers, the mango trees and the wide field in front seemed to speak to her and invite, to settle and stay in its abode forever.

The towering building with a bulwark in front connecting to the field, an epitome of modern architecture, seemed ideal place for her to work her way through the summer job. She wasn't a guest!, yes, she was invited, honorably with all the expense paid to the premier research facility in the country in a city known for its computer and scientific history.

Bangalore, a city with opportunities galore had embraced her debut trip in its bosom, emanating all the warmth she needed and comforting her solitude in the new surroundings and place. Though she wasn't a hotshot, but was headed and astonishingly aimed ambitiously to achieve the point where one day people would call her an expert.

She would seldom ask,"why should I be an expert and if by any chance i should, how?". Such inquiries to self, baffled her to a point of exhaustion. They say, the answer is in front if you notice its presence; and there it was beaming and shining, alive standing with folded hands and staring eyes. The answer was her guide, the man who, a student himself -senior in rank and age and experience, would hold her hand and help in a way or ways possible to traverse the path.

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