CONVERSATION WITH THE FEAR!
It was one of the chilly mornings of December, enveloped in tranquillity. It seemed as if the world had come to a standstill. The cool breeze was gushing, almost hitting my warm cheeks and making my long hair blow violently. The fog was thick, blocking my vision while the sun was trying its best to raise the temperature. It was a usual day except for I was heading for the first interview of my life. As I walked down the marooned lane, I sensed that something was following me. With each step, it was coming closer and closer. I turned around only to see nothing. But, I knew, there was something! While giving the interview, I was just physically present there because I could feel the stalker was in the room too, right next to me. I could not concentrate and so my performance was a disaster. I cried. I was depressed. This continued for a long period. Every time I tried to take the bull by its horns, every time I came out of my element, there was my "caring" stalker with me...