It was that time of the day again. The minute hand on the clock had completed half of its circular motion after its big brother had struck the number 4. This is when you stop staring at Bill Gates’ marvel and pack your bags to leave. You call it a day !The feeling is different every single day. There are days when you did actually make use of your existence in that cubicle which defines your role in the universe for at least one third of your day. And there are others when you can only count how many cups of coffee or tea have gone in amidst the act of running the clock down.The happy journey back has begun again. The sun is playing hide and seek as the monsoons have arrived to shower their praise on the queen of Malwa. For now it has decided to come out and be caught. Cool breeze keeps gushing in through the half open window. You look at the season which keeps this country from starving. The monsoons have set in. It seems that they would not disappoint. A green carpet is laid out on both the sides of the concrete highway on which our bus is speeding back home.
It is amazing how you have some days which have nostalgia written all over them. Perhaps this is one of them when your daily act is not what concerns you. One of those days when some neon lights pop up in your brain and some blasts from the past happen. In a flash a host of incidents are played and replayed. Faces of friends I made and some who are now lost in the wheel of time. There is no regret just a smile.
The sun has gone back hiding behind the clouds and the city is near. A famous song plays ” Taking it Easy ……We may loose ,We may win but we will be never here again “. Poetry is after all a truth expressed in a melodious way .
Now . A Tequila Shot would definitely help .