ch-2

Another dawn and nothing out its place. Alarm rings Saurav is out of his bed collects the milk, glances through the news paper, has his breakfast, gets ready for his office and is gone leaving back all those loneliness back in that house. The same half-hours walk to the metro station. The same queue. The same faces of the morning office goers. The same pushes and pulls. This life had nothing new to offer to him. After the push and pulls he gets a seat near the door. The voice of the operator blared through the speaker. “ Welcome to the Delhi metro. Blah blah blah”. This life was surely a waste without any amusement. Last stop. He alights there. The same monotonous escalators. The same dusty road. The same office building. He trudges forward. His steps are as heavy as lead when he climbs the stairs to the 14th floor. He had given up on the lift the last time he had a heart attack. He regretted it today.
“Good morning, Mr. Sharma!”
“Morning.”
The receptionist was as glee-filled as though there was to be a banquet today. Saurav walks towards his cubicle, so easy to find. The one with the maximum ledgers. Nothing new. The hangovers and the monotony was slowing him down. He longed for the almost non-existent solace in his life…. The only thing, which existed, was whisky… Anyways, he shook his head sadly… What a life!……
But today was going to be a different day altogether….
The sight of his table up-to-the-brim with ledgers filled him with a gloomy despair. Babuli, the peon, had placed all the respective ledgers in the correct cubicles. But everyday seeing the vast amount of work on his table made him think if Babuli was taking bribes and placing other’s work also on his table. Whatever!, he sighed. But his despair soon changed into curiosity when he saw a blue envelope on top of the ledgers. A letter? For him? Who could it be????