this too shall pass...or so i hope
I crossed a sad Dunlop yesterday on my way back from work. There was no one who’d hold my hand and help me dodge the jam-packed crossing. I have this strange phobia of crossing busy roads – I get confused and end up standing at on side of the road for really long. But every single day last week, Shukla di held me by my hand and crossed the busy road with me (she’s completely spoilt me, trust that). However, yesterday I crossed Dunlop all alone...a bit too late, a bit too confused. And the irony is, I did not want all this to happen YESTERDAY. My shift changes from Monday...so this Friday was apparently the last day (well almost, exaggeratedly speaking) of me being a 6 th floor-ite. So the day had been BAD, what with me staying back after work and missing the 6 PM bus. And I am surprised at myself, at how morose I felt on my way back home cuz I won’t be seeing these faces for quite some time now. There was this uneasy pain in the chest, I cannot locate exactly where. I ...