Wednesday, September 5, 2007

My Wait : A Short story

It was around 6.30am , sun was half risen from his abode. People were already on the roads trying to make their commute to work.On the other side of the city Gautami had hit the snooze button thrice already. It was usual thing for her to set her alarm 30 minutes earlier than her actual wake up time.

Around 7 am, Gautami was staring into the boredom of the day, same old desk, same old boss, usual lunch break and usual way back home. Life was catching up with a stereotypical lifestyle: sedentary and void of any excitement.

Today she had a special sparkle in her eye, it was not a usual day for her; she had been waiting for this day for the past few weeks. She will meet Shekar today.

It was unusually pleasant in Florida, having lived here for over 10 years she was used to the piercing heat and the humid air, it was very pleasant cold breeze that was blowing towards her. It was as jubilant and vibrant as her thoughts that morning. She jogged towards her car and let the fresh air brush against her cheeks, she was bouncing like a bird. Her parents had bought her that car when she had decided to move out after she graduated , I will always keep this car , no matter what she always said to herself.

Time was around 8.45am , she was late to work. People at her work usually came in around 8 am everyday and everyday who comes after that is looked at like a Pariah, she hated to be late but today was not like every other day. She was smiling at life. She has been waiting to get out of this work place, she was waiting for Shekar to commit on a date for the wedding. She would always tell herself just few more months.

Usual day at work people are busy scuffling through the papers, it was the month end and a usual busy day for accounting. As she sat at her desk , she had around 5 voice messages waiting for her. Day was unusually slow and she had work on few more balance sheets. Around 1pm Gautami was biting into her panini sandwich which she hoped to rejuvenate her appetite. Four more hours she said to herself.

To be continued....

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