Another hectic weekday. I had to leave works incomplete, to rush to university when the clock struck 3.00pm.It was a usual play for my bike to ditch me at times of need. I was forced to take auto & then bus to reach university.
My mind at work, stomach craving for food, hands typing texts, eyes scanning the busy streets of the city— All my senses were parted & against my target.
Unlike any other day, my phone kept vibrating with calls, mails & messages- all from workplace. To make things worse, I had taken my office diary along with me, leaving my colleagues clueless. They had to ping me even for the silliest doubts.
After the tiring journey of an hour, I rushed & banged against the door of my department just to see the board that read, “CLOSED”
Frustrated, hungry & drowsy. I walked about the campus with confusion, were to proceed.
That’s when my phone rang again, with a different tone. Rather than being irritated, my eyes glowed as it read “Darshan Calling”. Yes, it was my friend, best friend calling.
“Hi….”
“Hey wait! I’m coming… Turn around…”
I looked around with shock to see him in the campus. What magic these stupid friends have to instill smile to a spiritless soul.
A loud Hi
A warm Hug
A brief talk
A light supper
All accompanied with a crazy friend.
That’s all it took, to transform my gloomy evening to cheers.
When we stepped out of the restaurant, it was dusk. As a reflection to my mind’s state, everything around was getting to its pleasant form. We had to walk a mile, before we could use any means to reach home.
The step by step walk
Hand in hand
Profound silence
Pleasing surrounding
…. made the evening very special.
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