Some birds fly within flocks, they roam,
And sometimes, the path seems fraught with loam.
A distant horizon, a destination to seek,
But if one bird falters, unable to speak.
Falls silent, and tumbles, breathless, it lies,
Do the bonds of love and kinfolk, then arise?
In this world, this is the way of things,
Together, a torrent, apart, it stings.
(By: Sadia)
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At that time he was sitting in his office looking at the file. Tabriz was on the chair in front of him leaning his back, hands folded on his chest. His eyes were constantly fixed on Hisham as if he wanted to kill him. But Hisham was engrossed in his work as if nothing else was important.
"Did you talk to the Mr. J. about this? What do they say?" He took his eyes off the file after a while and looked at it and asked him who was performing the duty of glaring him.
"He was saying that the design we have given him will disturb their budget." He replied gnashing his teeth.
"Did they not know about this before? They were sleeping. Then they loved our design. It'll cause us severe damages. Our employees would suffer."
Ignoring Tabriz's whining, he said in his characteristic stern tone, he was worried but was trying to control his anger. Tabriz sat up straight. He knew that there is only a little time left for his temperament to get worse.
"They might have found someone else with a better offer, or it may be a threat that make them do that, don't you think?" Tabriz said while thinking. He was also shocked realizing something. He had not even thought about this point.
"Jacob Anderson, aish. How did I forget that. Oh my god."
He pushed the file on the table and got up from the chair. Caressing his neck he took a deep breath and stood in front of the glass wall on his back, from which the outside view was visible. His eyes were fixed on the completely opposite building. He was looking at the large bill board,
"ANDERSON'S DESIGNS"
written on it.