“Ayesha, is that you? Oh my god! It’s been what, 7 years?”, D jolted from her sleep.
“And guess who’s on the other line with me?”
“No way! Eva, am I dreaming or what? It’s like the best birthday gift”
[All the incidents mentioned below are purely fictional and are the product of writer’s imagination.]
Do you also brood in office when you don’t have work?
Because I’m sitting in my 8×6 cubicle looking at my empty to-do list,
And I think to myself of the way the corporate life wheels,
The more I am free, the more the corporate engulfs in mist.
Yes, it aches, my heart aches..
not over a gentleman, but for the reason..
known as improper for a young lady..
to let go of the rein, to have a wild run..
To create the history, not sewing or painting could..
To mount at the pace of gallop, a vivid imagination would..
I could feel the excitement. I could hear cheerful yays and fearful ahs. As the time lapsed, the butterflies in my stomach kicked in. One moment, it felt like I am at the top of the world. In another, I could almost touch the ground if I allow my legs to stretch by inches. The pendulum ride turned out to be lot more fun than anticipated by our group. How did I get here on the ride is more of a blur. I don’t know what led me here, I just know that this is fun and I should go out more to enjoy. I saw my colleagues sitting across me in a small open cuboid form trolley. A little girl, definitely afraid of heights and possibly death, clutched her fingers to the vertical bar supporting the cuboid to the pulley.