Woke up to a beautiful morning; cool breeze, cloudy sky (convinced myself to not skip another day at work, got off the bed). Ten minutes and I was ready. Left the room with a smile. Was strolling and enjoying the freshness of morning air.

(On the way to the bus stop) All I saw around me was people rushing to work; running towards the bus stop just to catch the bus on time or just to miss it if they thought, even for a bit, of how bizarre it looks when they sprint in formal clothing or if the thought of caring a little for the hurting feet, because of the heels, flashed their minds even for a millisecond! Some were rushing inside the buildings where they were supposed to report 5 minutes earlier. Some had piles of papers to go through before they could show to their boss last night’s work (when the boss left early and gave heaps of files for them to be completed and kept on his desk before he shows up in office tomorrow). Some had their breakfast in their hands, struggling to get a bull’s eye, aiming their mouths while running. Major attempt was to keep the coffee from spilling on the dress they bought recently to impress the people in the office or the interviewer if the job is yet to be confirmed. And all the people you think are sitting calmly either at the bus stop or in the bus, they are actually brainstorming in their minds as to what excuse would be apt and appropriate and reasonable for them being late, for a raise in salary in spite of being late, for a raise in salary and a few days off in spite of being late.

The atmosphere was so overanxious yet it did not keep me from ambling and enjoying the cool breeze, the cloudy sky and the freshness and peace in the air. It was a beautiful morning…