To my favorite person at work...


I’m not quite sure about what I should write. I don’t even know why this happened. Completely clueless about what went wrong. I don’t know why you suddenly stopped talking. You’re my most favorite person there. You’re the one and the only person there. It suddenly feels so alone, so scary, UNSURE. The first time in 2 years that I don’t look forward to going to work.

I still can’t make out what exactly I must have done that hurt you so much, so you stopped talking. Sure you've never been in a situation where someone you’re so attached to,  just suddenly decides to ignore you. It’s disturbing. You must be seeing me all over the floor laughing away, talking all sorts of gibberish to people, but deep down, I am only try to contemplate what I must have done that led to writing this blog in the middle of the night, what wrong I must have done that you thought ignoring would be the best option. I still haven’t found the answer. Is it the file I did wrongly... is it that joke that I didn't find funny...or is it about the fruits you offered and I did not eat. I don’t know. May be I did something I should be sorry about. But I can’t remember. I thought you’d remind me.

You know I realized something while we were returning home tonight cooped up in that cab. The car is never too small, there’s always enough space for our respective egos. Remember  last week, how there used to be no space in the back seat of the car even with that thin guy travelling with us? But today, AND yesterday, we managed to keep an inch-or-so of vacant space between the two of us, even though the third person in the backseat was nowhere close to being skinny. We had placed our egos in that narrow, empty space. No matter how much the car rocked and bent, EGO decided not to budge an inch.

I want you to know that I miss all that nonsensical chit-chats between the two of us. I miss you asking me if I have reached home, exactly 30 minutes after you have. I miss my phone beeping at random hours, the SMS-es asking me what I’m up to. No one asks me to get a Polio dose. There’s no one to fight with. I miss all the fun at work. I MISS you.

 And please don't slam the car door on my face. It's humiliating!

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