February 26, 2009 § 4 Comments

He checked for his ID, his watch, the keys to the drawer, a biscuit, his wallet. Not finding the last one, he looked for it in the cupboard, brushing past the little teddy that he kept to remind himself of the past. He gathered the wallet and pushed it into the back pocket of his jeans.

Work had become the reason of his existence in the past year. He worked, came back from work, slept, went to work again. He even worked on Saturdays and Sundays. The monotony of such an existence would seem nerve wracking to some, and supremely boring to others, but to him it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to forget. And monotony helps one forget.

He turned a corner on the road to his office, and sure enough, she was there. Blocking the way, looking him in the eye, trying to stare him down. He enjoyed the staring game, perhaps the only thing he enjoyed during the entire day. He stared at her, looking intently into the light brown eyes. A minute later, he smiled and she broke eye contact. He had won. Yet again. But he knew that he would lose one day, for someone wise has said, Every dog has his her day. And Anamika would have hers too. But for now, she would have to be content with the biscuit he handed down to her.

[This is my 100th post on this blog(well, 10oth public post at least 😀 ) , an achievement which just goes to show that if you have idle time and no life, anything is possible. 😀 ]


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