“Hi!” She exclaimed as she saw me. She looked stunning, as usual.
“Hey. I have to tell you something” I replied back, she instantly looked at me and asked me a 50 questions about random things, none of which were related to my job. Maybe she never thought of me as the guy who could quit his job to pursue something that’s not so mainstream. But I wasn’t going to be mainstream anymore.
“Chandni, I…I quit my job.” I said hoping for her to scream, shout and be pouty the entire day.
“You did? Oh, FINALLY” she said instead, “you crib about your job all day, every day. I didn’t want to tell you to quit because I wanted you to come to that decision on your own but now that you have, I’m proud of you.” she continued. I loved her so much more, now.
After the ‘quick’ coffee that lasted for 4 hours, I went home and slept and for the first time in 4 years, I slept without thinking about how boring my life was and how I was missing out on so many great things. I had so much to look forward to, now. I knew the morning after was going to be hectic as I had to figure out my options, now. Normally, a person who just quit his job would spend his days in a more carefree manner, but I didn’t have the money or the time. I wanted to figure out an option of getting into the groove of meeting new teams, their members, talking to them and making them believe that I can work with them just as well their current coach, or assistant coach is.
Remember that friend I mentioned who had contacts with a football team in Pune? Yeah, he didn’t exist, I just had to give a little feeder to my parents, but since that didn’t work, it hardly mattered.
It was 1 already and I had to reach the ground as soon as I could but as luck could have it, I reached an hour late and they were gone. The practice had finished and the team had left. I was gutted, angry and drained out, to be honest. I called Pulkit and the others to cancel the dinner as I had no appetite left.
“Uh, I wanted to talk to the team and the manager for a while. Just 15 minutes” I replied, the whole time looking over his shoulders to see the sight of the manager. He wore a green jacket with khaki pants, his hands folded and face wrinkled.
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