The Broken Umbrella
It is a fine February morning. A bright sunny day in fact. Feels like Spring has arrived soon this year. I am at office. Sunday morning it is. Nothing rush in the first few hours. But as the day proceeds, I'm piled up with work. I have a notice on my table to be published on a national daily dated tomorrow, notify the company, get their final approval on the notice, confirm the media, notify the authorities and order the printing press for the same. Meanwhile, I've my own pending works and customer grievances to handle. I am occupied with work before second half starts.
As I settle down on my seat almost at the end of the first working day of this week by getting a final signature on an official letter to be sent to the authorities, I realize this bright sunny day has turned completely different now, dark and gloomy evening. It is too early to get so dark on this time of the year. Seems like the streets and lanes of Kathmandu will get heavy pours after a long time. Other staffs at office have gathered around my working cell to get a glimpse of this sudden weather change while I still have a final call to make at the press to order the notice for tomorrow. As I bid farewell to the press person I see the lightening flash from my window. It is a very big one and the sound after 6 seconds is even a bigger one. Now I ponder how will I reach home today? One of my co-workers from another corner is boasting that he has a raincoat with him. "Thanks to the weather forecast" he sounds relieved. A few minutes later it starts to drizzle. Five-six minutes after 5:30 I leave for home. I think to myself- "I'll leave before it starts to pour down heavily". But I am wrong. Before elevator gets me three floors down, it is pouring heavily already. Now the thing is it has already gotten very dark by now plus the economic blockade has pulled the number of buses at my home down to a very negligible quantity. So I cannot wait for the rain to stop like my other friends. I am about to move out of the building without an umbrella or raincoat but my inner voice says- "Get your umbrella out of your bag and use it now! At least cover your head else you'll catch a cold!" But I don't listen to it and move out without my broken umbrella over my head.
A few minutes wait in the rain outside my office costs me wet dress and shivering body. Even after an hour long ride of bus at my place, it is drizzling still. I walk a few minutes to home. Finally at home. Dinner is ready. I change, have dinner, do the dishes and go into my room. I don't light my room. I want to stay in the dark. I am already irritated by the cold, imperfect timing of rain, and my own stupidity. I had an umbrella in my bag. A 4-5 years old and rusty umbrella. Mended and sewed tens of hundreds of times. However, it's out of condition for more than a year now. I knew that. But still it was in my bag staying useless. I should have mended it or should have bought a new one at least I can afford a decent umbrella now. But no, I did none of those. I was stupid to be so dumb and still feel bad about using a broken umbrella in front of others. After a few minutes in an unusually darker and quiet night, a strange feeling rushes to my head- "I haven't been able to give up anything or anyone even if they are nothing but trash now."
My broken umbrella and broken relationships with people.
P.S. events and times are imaginary however context is not! #ALateNightPost
Goodnight world! 29th April, 2016
As I settle down on my seat almost at the end of the first working day of this week by getting a final signature on an official letter to be sent to the authorities, I realize this bright sunny day has turned completely different now, dark and gloomy evening. It is too early to get so dark on this time of the year. Seems like the streets and lanes of Kathmandu will get heavy pours after a long time. Other staffs at office have gathered around my working cell to get a glimpse of this sudden weather change while I still have a final call to make at the press to order the notice for tomorrow. As I bid farewell to the press person I see the lightening flash from my window. It is a very big one and the sound after 6 seconds is even a bigger one. Now I ponder how will I reach home today? One of my co-workers from another corner is boasting that he has a raincoat with him. "Thanks to the weather forecast" he sounds relieved. A few minutes later it starts to drizzle. Five-six minutes after 5:30 I leave for home. I think to myself- "I'll leave before it starts to pour down heavily". But I am wrong. Before elevator gets me three floors down, it is pouring heavily already. Now the thing is it has already gotten very dark by now plus the economic blockade has pulled the number of buses at my home down to a very negligible quantity. So I cannot wait for the rain to stop like my other friends. I am about to move out of the building without an umbrella or raincoat but my inner voice says- "Get your umbrella out of your bag and use it now! At least cover your head else you'll catch a cold!" But I don't listen to it and move out without my broken umbrella over my head.
A few minutes wait in the rain outside my office costs me wet dress and shivering body. Even after an hour long ride of bus at my place, it is drizzling still. I walk a few minutes to home. Finally at home. Dinner is ready. I change, have dinner, do the dishes and go into my room. I don't light my room. I want to stay in the dark. I am already irritated by the cold, imperfect timing of rain, and my own stupidity. I had an umbrella in my bag. A 4-5 years old and rusty umbrella. Mended and sewed tens of hundreds of times. However, it's out of condition for more than a year now. I knew that. But still it was in my bag staying useless. I should have mended it or should have bought a new one at least I can afford a decent umbrella now. But no, I did none of those. I was stupid to be so dumb and still feel bad about using a broken umbrella in front of others. After a few minutes in an unusually darker and quiet night, a strange feeling rushes to my head- "I haven't been able to give up anything or anyone even if they are nothing but trash now."
My broken umbrella and broken relationships with people.
P.S. events and times are imaginary however context is not! #ALateNightPost
Goodnight world! 29th April, 2016
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