it's a wrap!
just another manic monday…Archive for life
Heart of a father
Early morning, before the mall started to get crazy with people thronging its floors, we sat with our mugs of steaming coffee and danishes.
The lone grand piano sat at the podium, having a quiet moment before the pianist comes.
A little girl dressed in a tartan skirt, ballerina tights and sweet white sweater danced around the deserted podium, her father keeping his eyes on her.
With a smile, she beckoned a father to come dance!
He clumsily pirouetted and walked like a penguin, to the daughter’s squeals of laughter.
We sat, watching the short, sweet little pantomime, laughter bubbling.
The father and daughter was never aware how much pleasure and how much they brighten up our days, just by simply enjoying each other on a bright sunny morning in an empty podium.
Monday Blues
Not merely blue, try Navy.
Gahhh, it seems the whole universe conspires to make Monday especially miserable for humanity. Then again, maybe it’s just the pre-conceived notion of most humans reluctantly dragging their feet to work after the weekend.
When one is in a bad mood even the most littlest of things irritate the crap outta ya.
For example, the tuneless humming of a colleague sitting near! It is odd that I have never found it quite so annoying as today. It’s like the perpetual droning of a fly near one’s ear. Can you just imagine?
It drove me to switch on music! Honestly, I have never resorted to this. I was this near, an inch near to blurting out something really rude.
Very, very close.