Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish
But it wasn’t the real sky Rajesh was staring at. The stars did twinkle. And their surrounding was as dark as the night sky. But the clouds didn’t move a bit. It was the ceiling of his new house, crafted skilfully by the masons. And look at it — the room seems to be out straight from Rajesh’s dreams. Sreya often complained about his workaholic nature. But had he not worked day and night, would it be possible to build this house! “Aren’t you happy with the house, Sreya?” Rajesh often asks. Sreya hardly answers. It seems the girl Rajesh had married long back isn’t the same. “You’ve changed, Sreya. You’ve changed a lot.” Rajesh had told her at the dinner table. Sreya stared back at him. Rajesh knew there was nothing but disgust in her eyes. Then she replied, every word sharpened with a chisel: “When is the last time you had gone out, Rajesh? Gone out just for yourself? For us?” “What do you mean? Everyday I go out to work. Isn’t it for us?” “Not for work, Ra