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Trapped
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The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body sprawled on the kitchen floor.
Title: Trapped.
I was my usual self that day. Silly, goofy and terribly stressed out.
There was an urgent project delivery to be carried out that next day and I had to complete my bit by the 'End of the day'.
Just as I was struggling hard to meet deadlines, I received a call from one of the most important ladies of my life.
My lifeline and yet the bane of my existence.
My maid.
And I rushed back home.
I rushed home from work because my maid said that she would visit my place a little earlier than usual. You see, she told me sharply, that she had a family, babies and was not a 'vagabond' like me.
I rushed back home because if I didn’t, the unwashed utensils, the dirty floors, and an empty stomach would come to haunt me. And I was so stressed out with office work and I didn’t feel like slogging myself with housework.
Suddenly an image splashed before my eyes:
The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body sprawled on the kitchen floor.
And the motionless body was MINE.
It took me a minute to back to my senses. I was so stressed !
I decided to take things into my control.
I carried with me my ammunition (i.e. my laptop, my other lifeline and yet the bane of my existence) so that I could complete my work from home.
I was preoccupied with how I would manage to complete my work and provide for an error-free delivery, when I entered the lift, on the ground floor.
As the lift door opened on the second floor a child entered the lift. He must be 6 or 7 years old and looked at me gruffly. He seemed mature beyond his age. I observed him quietly.
I had seen this child before, he had recently moved into the apartment opposite to mine on the 21st floor. Perhaps he had found some friends on the 2nd floor and therefore boarded the lift from there.
You know how kids are, they find friends just everywhere. And look at me, I have none. I can hardly get along with anyone, be it my colleagues, my family, and even my maid. Everyone seemed to be after my life. My parents were after my marriage,...
The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body sprawled on the kitchen floor.
Title: Trapped.
I was my usual self that day. Silly, goofy and terribly stressed out.
There was an urgent project delivery to be carried out that next day and I had to complete my bit by the 'End of the day'.
Just as I was struggling hard to meet deadlines, I received a call from one of the most important ladies of my life.
My lifeline and yet the bane of my existence.
My maid.
And I rushed back home.
I rushed home from work because my maid said that she would visit my place a little earlier than usual. You see, she told me sharply, that she had a family, babies and was not a 'vagabond' like me.
I rushed back home because if I didn’t, the unwashed utensils, the dirty floors, and an empty stomach would come to haunt me. And I was so stressed out with office work and I didn’t feel like slogging myself with housework.
Suddenly an image splashed before my eyes:
The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body sprawled on the kitchen floor.
And the motionless body was MINE.
It took me a minute to back to my senses. I was so stressed !
I decided to take things into my control.
I carried with me my ammunition (i.e. my laptop, my other lifeline and yet the bane of my existence) so that I could complete my work from home.
I was preoccupied with how I would manage to complete my work and provide for an error-free delivery, when I entered the lift, on the ground floor.
As the lift door opened on the second floor a child entered the lift. He must be 6 or 7 years old and looked at me gruffly. He seemed mature beyond his age. I observed him quietly.
I had seen this child before, he had recently moved into the apartment opposite to mine on the 21st floor. Perhaps he had found some friends on the 2nd floor and therefore boarded the lift from there.
You know how kids are, they find friends just everywhere. And look at me, I have none. I can hardly get along with anyone, be it my colleagues, my family, and even my maid. Everyone seemed to be after my life. My parents were after my marriage,...
