It was a chilly monday morning and I was stuck in a huge traffic Jam. A feeling of frustration, depression and irritation had crept within me. Everything around me, bothered me...the sound of the honking cars, the chilly breeze blowing across my face and the ugly brown shirt I was wearing...
My thoughts were disturbed and my cribbing session disrupted when a young girl walked up to my car. Though I tried to shoo her away, she stayed, trying hard to remove the frost, stuck to my windows. She would have been of six or seven years of age and her hair was tied up in a clumsy bun. She wore a torn, green frock and from what she wore, it looked as though she didn't realize that winters were still not over... She looked pale...but a tinge of colour was added by her smile.
Her eyes had a strange depth in them, a depth that disturbed me. The signal had changed to green. The sound of engine and horns from the vehicle brought me back. The noise scared her a little too...She jumped back to the pavement...back to her friends...her smile remained...I looked back and she waved at me, her smile remained refusing to fade away...
I got back to work...thinking about the little girl I had met a few minutes ago and going through my regular doze of mails...I could hear someone fighting for an edit bay...and somebody else screaming that their computer had just crashed...
first published:March 23, 2006, 12:49 ISTlast updated:March 23, 2006, 12:49 IST
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For most of us, our days often start with the regular doze of cribbing sessions, days when you crib about your personal, professional & social life and everything else you can possibly think of. It was one of those days...my day began with the irritating sound of the alarm pushing me right off the bed. I had overslept and was already late for work. My house was in a mess, the maid hadn't turned up, I could not find my favorite purple shirt that I had to wear for some strange reason and I was having a bad hair day...
It was a chilly monday morning and I was stuck in a huge traffic Jam. A feeling of frustration, depression and irritation had crept within me. Everything around me, bothered me...the sound of the honking cars, the chilly breeze blowing across my face and the ugly brown shirt I was wearing...
My thoughts were disturbed and my cribbing session disrupted when a young girl walked up to my car. Though I tried to shoo her away, she stayed, trying hard to remove the frost, stuck to my windows. She would have been of six or seven years of age and her hair was tied up in a clumsy bun. She wore a torn, green frock and from what she wore, it looked as though she didn't realize that winters were still not over... She looked pale...but a tinge of colour was added by her smile.
Her eyes had a strange depth in them, a depth that disturbed me. The signal had changed to green. The sound of engine and horns from the vehicle brought me back. The noise scared her a little too...She jumped back to the pavement...back to her friends...her smile remained...I looked back and she waved at me, her smile remained refusing to fade away...
I got back to work...thinking about the little girl I had met a few minutes ago and going through my regular doze of mails...I could hear someone fighting for an edit bay...and somebody else screaming that their computer had just crashed...
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