Continued from Part 1
“Why would she think of resigning?”
“Exactly my point.”
“What’s going on over here?”
“She was informed of this opportunity five days ago and since then she has gone into a mode of denial. She does not want to take up this opportunity,” My uncle said looking very unhappy at my aunt’s decision.
“But why Uncle? There should be a reason”, I was completely baffled at what was going on over here.
“I am as clueless as you. I have been asking her from a long time now but she does not give any straight answer.” I noticed this time that even my uncle looked stressed.
“And why did she decide on this resignation?”
“She does not want to take this opportunity and has informed her boss of the same but he refuses to accept it and requests her each time to reconsider things and think things clearly. He has told her that such opportunities do not come every day and her years of service and dedication has paid off for her to receive such an opportunity. But your aunt has been dismissing all that everyone is saying and has decided to put in her resignation if her manager does not give up in forcing her to go.” My uncle finished in one breath, his frustration very clear.
“I am baffled as to why she does not want to take it. She has been working for more than 15 years and this is like a dream come true for her”.
“I know”, my uncle said.
All of a sudden I realized that Amrita was sitting next to me and I had my aunt’s Handwriting in my hand.
“Uncle Amrita is a handwriting expert; could I show her aunt’s letter?” I said holding out her resignation letter.
“Sure please do”
I handed over my aunt’s letter to Amrita. She had heard the entire story so needed no briefing. She got down to work immediately.
A few minutes later my aunt walked in with a huge tray which held 4 cups of coffee, cookies, upma, powa and khakras with pickle. Amrita and I exchanged astonished looks and looked at my aunt with the same expression, “Why are you both looking at me like that? It’s breakfast time and I am hungry.”
We continued to look at her in the same way so she said, “Let’s have breakfast.”
She picked up the tray and gestured to us to join her at the dining table.
“Amrita have you got anything?” I asked her in a whisper which only my Uncle and she could hear.
“Yes. Just join me and support in my discussion at the breakfast table,” She whispered back.
Written by Vicky R.
Posted on Facebook by Noothan Rao. She agreed when I requested to use it in my blog. Noothan Rao is an Internationally Certified Handwriting Analyst, and a Counselor. She lives in Bangalore with her family. She loves to travel.