Mixed Signals -Part 1

When I give food to the poor they call me saint, when I ask why the poor have no food they call me COMMUNIST . This was the 4^th time she was reading his blog post. Will I ever be able to fathom the whirlpool of thoughts that take shape in your head, she mused as she was checking his facebook profile .He was an average looking guy , but there was something about his eyes which she felt were fiercely attractive.  Kavikrut Mukherjee the guy she had been stalking for over a year. It all started when she stumbled on a not so famous blog post named Hey Woman, You not given your right?? …..Don’t fight for it just snatch it . That 400 words passage had triggered her to an extent that she ended up digging out the details about the writer from all possible networking sites.

"No not again Chaitra ,you have an interview tomorrow" exclaimed her friend who hit the bed next to her yawning tirelessly . Chaitra turned off her laptop blushing furiously and settled down to catch some sleep. 

“One fine day what if you really meet this Kavikrut guy??" asked her friend

“Oh common given my below average luck levels the odds of encountering him is as slim as finding a wormhole in our galaxy  and even if I do there is no way this guy is still spared single” she smiled 

The Next day

“So Chaitra hope I have set your expectations right, this is the best place to start your career, it’s a young organization and is it grows you shall escalate across the hierarchy” finished the HR. Chaitra was contemplating between the two offers she had, one was an established company paying big bucks on the other hand was this, offering a lesser pay with a more challenging work. "Common Chaitra it’s not like you plan to be a Steve jobs or zuckerburg all you desire is less work ,more pay and a life  where you don’t have to gape at price tags before buying”,she thought.  She had all most made up her mind and rose up saying “Hey kumar I shall get back to you very soon”. She walked past the cubicles towards the entrance taking pride in having successfully tossed those words which usually prospective job seekers dread hearing from the HR(“we shall get back to you”) . 

She swiped her visitors pass to open the door, but what next welcomed her was a memory worth cherishing for her next 7 lives. “Kavikrut Mukherjee, Employee id:34768,  her eyes followed up to see the owner of id card and there he was standing almost half a foot taller looking straight into her eyes .He looked at her for more than a second as if trying to recall some familiarity ,then moved ahead with a polite 'excuse me'. Goshh what was that she wondered trying to retain her balance ,does he know me ,he works here?? Y did he stop dead like something stung him?? Did he feel the same way as I did??  

What were those mixed signals!!!!!!!