How do I
define this day? Perhaps, eventful. The day started with a fresh zeal. I
managed to get ready soon and walked fast to the bus stand. I had to wait around
15 minutes for the bus. I opened the book ‘The
diary of a young girl’ by Anne Frank. After reading Mayada’s biography, I
have found a love for reading realistic events of life than fictions. Through
the words of 13 years girl, I was living through the Second World War imagining
and re-imagining the lives of people then. The arrival of the bus nor my entry into
it wasn’t of much significance as I was fully submerged into the pages of the
book in my hand.
Suddenly,
there was a creaking noise from above. I lifted my head and saw a dusty metal
box fixed on the roof of the bus, right above my head. It has lost its lock.
The sudden opening of it in a running bus deposited dust particles on my head
and on the pages I read. The ladies behind seem to be caring. They murmured
about the dust fell on my body. But, who cares? I was still delved deep into The diary of a young girl.
The bus
stopped at a bus station, just two stops behind the place where I had to get
down. There was smoke coming out from beneath, near the right tyre of the bus,
again right below my seat. The people on the road were screaming about the
heavy smoke gushing out and the driver reluctantly decided to stop the bus. The
travelers started getting down and I was one among them who got down last. It
was sure there will be no vehicles on that highway to catch. People were busy
discussing the travel options. Few decided to walk towards the nearby bus stand
and the few stayed back waiting for the next bus to arrive.
My watch
said 8.45am, the time when the first bell rings in my office. So my choice was
to walk forward. After reaching the next bus stop, I managed to catch an auto
to my office. The autowalas in
Coimbatore are expensive and my nearly empty wallet lost another INR 100 from
it. By the time I reached near the gate, it was 9 am and I literally had to run
towards my building, which is another 15 minutes far from the main gate. Although
late, I managed to punch in at 9.15 am, the exact time I punched yesterday (Although
late, I seem to be maintaining my own punctuality).
The heavy
morning did not drain me. I planned the day’s work and began rushing through
them. I went in a rhythm and the girl sitting next to me kept asking, ‘you
never rest?’. The question gave me some level of satisfaction and I continued
my race through the work.
In between,
she (the girl next to me) suddenly seemed to have developed a desire to meet Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev. Unlike the normal
way of meeting him through darshans,
she wanted to meet him in person and spend 10 minutes time exclusively with
him. Initially, I felt it only as a desire, but she started hunting for the
ways to meet him. I promised her I will also accompany her, in case if she gets
a chance. She was adamant that she kept saying if she could not meet him this
time, she would never meet him again. We together made few website searches and
phone calls, the final result is yet to be known.
The evening
reminded me of a colleague of mine, who seemed to be missing from the office.
On inquiry, somebody told me that he left home in the morning due to some
emergency.
I decided
to call him and there awaited a heavy news that he is getting married tomorrow
(obviously, it’s a cupid hit the heart story). I am asked to keep the news as a
secret, which I readily agreed and promised too. If you ask me, if I maintained
that promise, yes I did. Perhaps, ‘No, I didn’t’ as well. The reason for ‘yes’
is because I didn’t share that news with any of my other colleagues although my
tongue was itching (sometimes, I’m too womanish). The reason why I say, ‘No’, I
did not maintain the promise,’ is because I’m writing it on this blog, which is
sure to get published today before his marriage. Whatsoever, I’m happy for both
of them and wishing them good luck.
The virtual
clock displayed on the screen of my desktop clicked 5 pm and I had to begin my
next rush of returning home. I was late, so I walked fast to the bus stand. I
managed to catch the bus by 5.30 pm and the journey was quite a thoughtful one. The
day quickly went through a recap and slowly crept into my own future fantasies,
which I believe would never happen.
I had to
catch another bus to reach home and I saw a bus parked. The board written on it
had the name of the place for me to go, hence I confidently got in. I felt
suspicious because the bus was empty, which is unusual. Yet I decided to sit
inside. As the bus started and crossed the roads, I realized it’s going to another
route. Nevertheless, I got down to a nearby place and walked a little more to
reach home.
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