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As the music grew to a dull roar I could see that he had changed his mind. Our family and friends had gathered round and were excited to witness a climactic moment, but I knew their wait would be in vain. My eyes searched on for a growing sense of recognition in his, but found none. He was far gone. His one knee proposal felt like he was imploring me to read his mind, and so I did. Finally, standing up, he hugged me. The crowd cheered on as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him gently on his cheek. He wrapped his arms around my waist, nestled his head in my shoulders' nook and whispered softly in my ear, "I can't do this." To everyone else we were heading toward a new chapter in our lives but it was actually the end of an unexpected and beautiful journey. It wouldn't end in 'Till death do us part', it ended right there on the dance floor, where the music died.

...Ever so often you come across a Voldemort in your career, One Who Must Not Be Named . Staring at the computer, suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to leave. Give up the 'career path' that I thought I was destined for. His hand was raised and his eyes had nothing but contempt for my work. His lips dripping with disdain. Anger filled his very being. But why? All for a frivolous mistake on an Excel sheet? That couldn't be it. His actions on that last day left me befuddled and anxious. I wondered — Would he have hit me? Would he dare to? Wiping off an isolated tear that rolled down my cheek, I left. In a corporate organisation, actions like these ensured that you got fired. I knew the manager of the quality department was wrong. He had no right to treat anyone this way. And yet I had let it happen for a grand total of eight months. I was just 22. My confidence was shattered day by day in that organisation. I still stuck around because I'm a fighter, not ...