An Anecdote on my experience in a Photo-Studio
Ten years ago, I went to a Photo-Studio along with my husband for the purpose of taking a passport size photo. The manager asked me to await a while. I waited there for almost half an hour. Then he directed me to a room. The photographer was a teenage girl. She was grave and glanced at me without zeal. I witnessed that girl walking from that room to the reception umpteen number of times that too at a snail’s pace which ultimately revealed her disinterested attitude. She asked me to be seated. While I enquired her, she responded that she had got to dash off immediately. I came to know that her co-worker who must have been there by that time had not yet turned up. All of a sudden, a girl entered as fast as the streaming rain. The Photographer started scolding that girl for her belated arrival. It must have been a sudden rush of blood to the head that prompted them to have such an unceasing argument. The photographer started enlisting ...