Sleeping through the night is always difficult after getting a call from her. It’s like throwing away the honey after you have harvested it from the honey combs. Who in his right mind would do that? I might have had a few dreams as well in the night. She is like that. Always makes me dream of her. Morning brought back the memories of the time spent together. Office seems like drudgery in all this. But I still have to go. While getting ready, I couldn't think of anything else. I mean I am a flirt and all that, but when it comes to her, something takes over me. Really!!
I remember that one time, when we had met up in a cafe round the corner at Bandra West. She was looking lovely as ever. Her eyes sparkled with innocence. Nose high as usual with pride. She had this habit of rolling paper napkins into thin straws and throwing them around. I don’t know why she does that. But then there are so many things mysterious about her. She has a way of...
"God damn you. You idiot! Dekh ke nahin chala sakta kya? @#^%$#77".
The bastard Auto-rickshaw driver. Why do they allow these people on the roads anyway? I mean look at the way he swerved man. I think I have a dangerous liaison with Auto drivers. I am giving the indicator near this bandra kurla complex diversion and this guy is coming out of nowhere and trying to hit me. Anyways, the horns were honking behind me and I moved on. I was really raging. I think instead of vehicles moving on roads, it would be better if roads themselves moved. It will be like a combination of a train and a conveyor belt, only with automatic diversions and all. Near the gates to the bank, I remembered - THE GUN. I forgot to bring it. You of course know what prompted me to forget it in the first place and what made me remember it. But what’s to be done now? I can't give it to the police. It's still lying under my bed, where I had pushed it last night. Maybe I will bring it tomorrow. Or maybe not. Heck what difference does it make? Will the police really ever search me? I mean I at least can show this around to my friends. I could become a hero and all. Maybe I will keep it. Anyways I will decide about this later. Right now need to check the mails and start with the work.
The mails always have something or the other which keep one busy. But even more than that the thing that keeps people busy in office is gossip. And it is so much more convenient in the cubicle type setups where you don’t have to even standup to talk to the next guy. Today's topic had inadvertently to be the current cricket series. Flintoffs and Sehwags ruled the day. But my heart was set at Mahabaleswar.
A lot of google search later I got to know that it is a place to be enjoyed in the rainy season and best spent with a friend of the opposite sex looking at the sceneries or trekking in the curvy steep slopes of the hills. I think it will be great to go on a trek there. I can take my gun for some original hunting experience. Yeah it will be great fun.
Oops it’s already 12 pm. I have to complete these reports by evening. Boss leaves office everyday quite late. He expects everyone to not just complete all work in time but also sit late.
I remember that one time, when we had met up in a cafe round the corner at Bandra West. She was looking lovely as ever. Her eyes sparkled with innocence. Nose high as usual with pride. She had this habit of rolling paper napkins into thin straws and throwing them around. I don’t know why she does that. But then there are so many things mysterious about her. She has a way of...
"God damn you. You idiot! Dekh ke nahin chala sakta kya? @#^%$#77".
The bastard Auto-rickshaw driver. Why do they allow these people on the roads anyway? I mean look at the way he swerved man. I think I have a dangerous liaison with Auto drivers. I am giving the indicator near this bandra kurla complex diversion and this guy is coming out of nowhere and trying to hit me. Anyways, the horns were honking behind me and I moved on. I was really raging. I think instead of vehicles moving on roads, it would be better if roads themselves moved. It will be like a combination of a train and a conveyor belt, only with automatic diversions and all. Near the gates to the bank, I remembered - THE GUN. I forgot to bring it. You of course know what prompted me to forget it in the first place and what made me remember it. But what’s to be done now? I can't give it to the police. It's still lying under my bed, where I had pushed it last night. Maybe I will bring it tomorrow. Or maybe not. Heck what difference does it make? Will the police really ever search me? I mean I at least can show this around to my friends. I could become a hero and all. Maybe I will keep it. Anyways I will decide about this later. Right now need to check the mails and start with the work.
The mails always have something or the other which keep one busy. But even more than that the thing that keeps people busy in office is gossip. And it is so much more convenient in the cubicle type setups where you don’t have to even standup to talk to the next guy. Today's topic had inadvertently to be the current cricket series. Flintoffs and Sehwags ruled the day. But my heart was set at Mahabaleswar.
A lot of google search later I got to know that it is a place to be enjoyed in the rainy season and best spent with a friend of the opposite sex looking at the sceneries or trekking in the curvy steep slopes of the hills. I think it will be great to go on a trek there. I can take my gun for some original hunting experience. Yeah it will be great fun.
Oops it’s already 12 pm. I have to complete these reports by evening. Boss leaves office everyday quite late. He expects everyone to not just complete all work in time but also sit late.
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