A Dead End Job is the End of the World

“Maa, I don’t think I can take this job any longer,” Avani said in almost a whisper.

“Why do you think that is?” Anamika, her mother, used the well-rehearsed question that she had learned from watching too many series/movies involving therapy.

“Mom, cut it out! I am very serious here.”

“And honey, I have never been more serious in my whole life. You think everybody else is ecstatic in their lives. A job is just that: a job. You are lucky you have a job. Do you know how many people would kill for your life?”

What Legacy should I leave?

The prompt of the day, legacy, is a head scratcher for me. Not to sound too pompous, but I pride myself in believing that I have numerous virtues. Nevertheless, I do not think I have many virtues which are worth leaving behind as a legacy to the future generations to follow. I believe that I…