My Married Secretary
I knew she had a raw magnetism, the kind of energy that would attract anyone. Upon the insistence of her husband, I had agreed to meet them. It feels like just yesterday. I remember her walking into the coffee shop, wearing a salwar and keeping pace with her husband who took confident strides towards my table. Once we sat down and introduced each other, she handed me her resume. She wasn’t young. Relatively experienced. There was no need for a formal interview. I had sensed an aura of maturity...