Chapter 47: Koshish
It was eight in the morning as Sameer lay in bed, awake. I should get up. Not that there was a reason to; there was nowhere to go. It was strange, being at home, with no order to the day. Eating and sleeping all the time his idea of a perfect vacation. But this wasn't much fun. He felt like a prisoner. Going out to the golf course wasn't an option either. The newspapers had made him much too famous.
There was a job interview the week before. With a family run pharma company in Okhla the kind he wouldn't have dreamt of working in the good days. However, the day before, the head-hunting agency had called to tell him the company had selected another guy ten year younger. At forty-three, he was considered too old for the position. If the Stonewell infamy didn't decimate his chances, the age did. He didn't feel old. Though he had to admit, when he was thirty, forty-three did seem over the hill.