It was the year 1996 I was in the first year of college Undergoing an internship At an ad agency With other rookies like me We talked about books, movies galore I found I didn’t remember much Even then, my memory Was like mercury to touch All those books That I’d read Seemed to have flown Right out of my head I talked way too much, Let my guard down Enough to create A scandal in town One girl told me “The boss wants you to wear a short skirt” I used to wear long salwars and didn’t flirt I felt completely miserable Coz at heart, I was still a prude Not interested in getting friendly With this creepy old married dude. When I went back to college I complained to my HOD Who seemed to think I was making a mountain Out of a molehill, And she smiled benignly at me. One of the teachers Came to my house And tried to tell me I should complain Against my boss, the louse! I wanted t...