This is a serial. Everyday a new part will be published. This is the fifth part.
Continued from here.
But the heaven opened midway. Not a problem for him it was, for he liked Rain. He sang merrily to the beats produced by the rain striking against the roof of his car. But a problem was awaiting him. The sudden rain has clogged up several drains ahead of him. These drains by now had overflown merrily with no worries of stoppinng. He also had a similar ‘thing’ about cleanliness as he did with punctuality. He simply could not live with the absence of either. To amplify cleanliness, he was known to buy mops to mop the mops he used to mop his floor with. When he saw that the water from drain was about to start kissing the exteriors of his car, he simply stopped his car, dead in the tracks and waited for the water to recede, which obviously, did not. He was in a dilemma. A dilemma to either be dirty but still be on time for the interview or wait to proceed clean yet lose his quality of punctuality. He waited and waited and waited to the point where only a few minutes was left before the interview commenced. Then he started moving. His car was enveloped in sewage for a second and then it emerged victorious, yet black and smelly. Time too was running out. He reached the office with just one minute to spare, the interview room with one second to spare and wished the interviewers good morning with one millisecond to spare. Eventhough, he himself was not dirty and he himself was not late, he had a crushing feeling that both of those were a lie.
His interview went well and he was offered his dream job, which he now dreamed about when he was asleep. This taught him something. It taught him that his hyperritualistic hyporealistic yearnings of punctuality and cleanliness were nonsense. And rain had taught that to him. He was happy again. Rain had made him happier now.
To be continued. Next part will be available here.
