The mirror cracked. Eyes starred as I walked home.
My roommate: “It’s not that bad. I know it might be hard in India but people aboard would show a more positive attitude.”
I run into my room, shut the door, cover my head with a blanket and sleep off; hoping all of it was a nightmare.
Next morning, tears roll down my cheeks as I brush. I wish there were no mirrors around me.
Office was the last place I wanted to go, but I had to be more audacious. I reach office.
Colleague 1: “How? When? Why?”
Colleague 2: “I know it was not in your hands. Just let it go.”
Colleague 3: Has a disgusted look but talks of the fine day; looking away from my face every 2 minutes.
Colleague 4: Passes by as if I were a different person.
I hurry to my cubicle and hoped there was no meeting.
(damn the fring hair cut!!! ;))
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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