This is a serial. Everyday a new part will be published. This is the fourth part.
Continued from here.
Slowly and steadily, we grow older at the rate of a second a second! We understand much of the world that previously seemed like mystery to us. Our families grow. For some, they shrink. But Rain still falls. It still amplifies our tears or hides them. Our hairstyles still get messed up, pretty badly. But we do not care. Because we have no more people to impress with physical attributes. It is all mental now. The better we think, the better we are perceived to be. And rain accentuates our thoughts. A downpour of ideas, it sometimes feels like. We often sit in the rain, water dripping down our chin. Ignorant, we look up. A drop falls right into our left eye. We go crazy. Maybe, we have grown up, but physical discomfort isn’t something we applaud yet.
There was a man I had heard of. A very calm one. One that usually never got angry. Rain calmed him down. Drought calmed him further. But he was only angered by one thing. Absence of punctuality. He was even ready to kill on meeting the person who is famous for being late. He said, if you are late in your endeavours, I might as well add the word ‘late’ to your salutation. But, he knew not, that one day he himself will be late, at least, by his standards.
It was his Interview day for the dream job he has been dreaming about when not asleep. He was confident he will get the job. He was determined to not be late for the interview. He wore up early in the morning and got ready half an hour prior to when he should have ideally gotten ready, for reaching his destination an hour in advance. He liked to filter in reasons titled ‘unknown delaying phenomena’, to substantiate his excuse of being early. In fact, he was usually so early, that one day he had travelled back in time to reach the destination appreciably in advance. So, he got into his car and raced off towards his interview venue.
To be continued. Next part will be available here.
