The alarm clocks ringing.. I peer through my blankets with a half open eye,
rolls off the bed and peeks through the curtains.. the sun doesn't seem to be up and there is heavy downpour.
I grab my washroom kit and waits in line for my turn (hell with this, I hate it)
still with my eyes half closed I get along with my chores
9:30 breakfast at the restaurant downstairs.. Idly and coffee..
A bowl of sambar given with an idly floating in it.. I poke at it with my spoon
as if I have a choice..
9:45 at the bus stop wind against the rain.. soaked clothes..
the guy in the Merc has great road sense.. Splash! the pothole on my face..
Thank you sir!
10:00 in the bus gets a head ache listening to E.T language around.
10:15 in the lift.. chic staring down my soaked clothes..
I manage a hard fought smile..
The 6th floor is never coming
The office is shut??? WTF?
The Sunday Times on the floor