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First Move

I interviewed him a year back,
Rejected him and moved forward,
As I forget even my neighbours,
Who has nothing to do with me.

Pinged me out of the blue,
Introduced himself politely,
Pleaded for my reference,
Guided him with some contacts.

Thanked me humbly as expected,
Then he said that I am pretty,
Which I already know for sure,
Laughed out loud and bid adieu!

Kavitha Patchamalai



I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST