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Mr. Nishant was staring at a picture on hisdesk when Nisha knocked at his door. The sound of her knuckles beating on the wooden door broke his chain of thoughts which had been keeping him from work for the past two hours.
“Please do come in,” he said in an authoritative voice.
“A very good evening to you,” said Nisha walking in with some printouts in her hands,” I hope you are doing very well. Its a pretty foggy evening here. The interior designers have done a splendid job by building these magnificent fireplaces.”
“They surely have,” said Mr. Nishant with pride,” We could have installed room heaters but fireplaces have a charm of their own, although Ms. Diya still argues about how unwise it is to chop down trees to keep the fire burning.”
“I came here to show you some of my drafts. I believe Diya showed Ms. Kalpana some of her drafts this afternoon.”
“And I even wrote about Goddess Panchamama and how she is our mother dragon,” Diya was happily talking about her work with Arjun,”Everytime we harm nature, she roars and shakes and creates earthquakes and landslides.”
“The Babblebrook hotel has huge fireplaces,” said Arjun,” Isnt this harming nature?”