The other day, i was walking my way towards Office.It was a bright sunny morning.
Not so pleasant as it sounds, rather it was scorching hot - All thanks to the global warming.Drops of sweat poured off my brows, my patch of beard and mustache, which had appeared as i procrastinated shaving for weekends, by which i meant coming Saturday..No..Sunday..No..No..Monday morning.My Thin, gauzy T-shirt and heavy jeans were offering little help.The wretched laptop too seemed to demand backbreaking efforts. And amidst all the warmth and discomfort i strode on steadily.
Half-way through, i saw a middle-age man riding his daughter,i suppose she would have been in 9th or 10th grade, on a scooter.From the appearance, they looked to be from a typical middle-class Indian family.The man was busy driving on the overcrowded road, cluttered with pavement vendors, small kirana shops and kiosks which had apparently shifted closer to the road.The girl had a book in her hand which she was reading on the moving vehicle.It seemed like a last minute preparations for any class-test or examination.
And the flash...I went back 8 years, My Mummy, preparing the breakfast and making sure we eat them before leaving for the examination and then My Papa driving me and my brother to our school, myself holding my notes and reading them vigorously,if not vociferously, all the way upto the school.I always had this gut feeling that last minute studies always help.Though, i would prepare the entire subject thoroughly but still, i would be evidently holding my notes and reading them, just incase i would have skipped something, till the last minute-when the bell rang indicating commencement of the examination procedures and the invigilator would start to distribute the answer sheets.
Those were the days...a pleasant breeze of air composed my face and an uncanny smile appeared.
And lo..the office gates were infront.
The way passed by as the days..I miss those days...I hope everyone else does it too !!