When I was leaving for work, it started to rain. It being a Saturday, the traffic was smooth and to appease me further it looked beautiful outside.
Spots on the drenched road shone like moonlight. We stopped at a signal and I saw a girl with a blue umbrella... The umbrella flew with the wind, handle broke and a part ripped a little. She tried hard to contain the last straw to help herself from getting soaked in rain. I looked at her and smiled while she tried hard ensuring her umbrella doesn't defy gravity.
We moved on, reached office. I wasn't happy about coming to work, not on saturday. and I guess happy is too a 'glint' word here with the organizational politics brewing at my workplace. I took a heavy sigh, spoke to few colleagues.
I am definitely not in a mood to work... Tepid coffee at work wasn't doing the needful. I wanted it to fill me with peace and wistfullness.
The politics here has started to grow and it is pricking like an icicle. I wanted that cup of coffee to thaw this stubborn, clump of jagged icicle inside me.
Oh! how I wish... And i work for a development sector!
Life is too short, I will pick my ironies whenever I see them.
