It was just another day in my corporate house. Strangers around me all day- exchanging glances, an occasional smile n biz talk smoothly done under bated breath, grind of the teeth, softened with resisted parting of the upper and lower lips interrupted by clinches of the photocopy machines, clatter of keyboards and the very uncontrollable tones beeping their way to calls and sms.

Worth mentioning, interludes would be captured by my blonde boss with her spray of “Velvet Rope” and directing us how to cope with situations. She’s alwaz had a clean table . The work of a manager as she would say would be to delegate. So she wipes off her table and “delegates” them to people. One brief interaction with her would be just enough to walk you back home with enough fret. Needless to say, I had quite a bit of her. I was busy debating within if I should just smash her nose or her head and then suddenly it was sunset time. Nah! Let not the sun set on an argument. Not worth it.

Then….picked up my satchel and pushed out. Called up a number, a someone to understand if we could call shots on the rocks that evening with Floyd, Bob and Lynrd. He quickly made himself available. We hadn’t spoken or met for a long time. With both of our time really running out, we would have a lot of space between us coming in, cupping for some communication which could not happen. Over Dylan and Savage Garden, words set a flowing. Some good “ilish maach” (hilsa) and bhaat (steamed rice) set in some fresh oxygen in our brains in a small shack and we loved our small talks, laughs at our limitations and whiling away time. As we drove back home, we figured a lot of things which had been in the locality but we could not have noticed all this awhile.

The grey clouds in my mind had cleared and as the streak of light penetrated, I twinkled at an idea, as I set a couple of Breaking Benjamin tracks for a mood buster. Wrote out the wonderfully interesting day I’d spent and then quickly took a print out. As the clock-a-doodle do woke me up in the morning, I grabbed a plump rose from the garden.

Its 10 in the morning next. The elevator doors pushed apart as my blonde boss stepped out of it in sizzling blue tunics. Her fragrance seemed loud enough to repel people to declare her a class apart. She moved in on her tick-toeing stilettos. Clinched the door of her chamber open and located a surprise on her table. Some quick screams followed thereafter.


Note for readers: The surprise consisted of a red rose and a printed sheet of paper.