Between honking horns muffled through window panes, rooms dimly lit in the shadow of nearest buildings, Coffee machine-beeps resonate with the photocopier at the end of the alley, Phone bells breaking the monotony of mouse clicks and keyboard sounds, he sat there muted with a biscuit half eaten and half forgotten in his hand. A man lost inside his blue full sleeve shirt. A less updated version of his previous self. He was looking down the cubicle into infinity.
“Somedays are just worse than the others”. He said to the tea shop vendor who listened to him once in a while. “It is hard to differentiate the bad ones from the worse” he would laugh. Today was no different. He was the only one who didn’t say a word in the meeting. It was as if everyone expected him to say something and all he could do was stare at the window into the world outside. A pigeon had perched itself on one of the windows , bobbing its head and walking about at ease. ‘We should be as free as those bird” a fleeting thought was interrupted by a cup of tea. He couldn’t say anything. The meeting was over. He felt incompetent. Mediocre.
He sat there looking down the cubicle into infinity.
Rent - 20000Rs, Internet bill - 1400Rs, Electricity bill -1200 Rs, Kids school fee - 7000 Rs, Gas bill - 1000Rs, EMI for car - 34000 Rs, EMI for home-loan - 41000 Rs.
He looked outside the window. The pigeon was gone. “Its hard to differentiate the bad ones from the worse”.
