Some Me Time Before Midnight

Still so much of night left !” 

“It's only 11:11"

I mumbled looking at the wall clock. 

My grim reminder of fleeting whiles.

My hypothetical affair with night has already begun…precisely after my early dinner.

I hate having my supper early, but what to do?

The physician has advised likewise. 

I am following it like an obedient child.

I am too much in love with myself...perhaps! So be it.

Tall , dark and should I say' handsome' or ' eye-catching'  buildings across the road and the shuttered windows cast a spell on me each evening. I sit near the window quietly , swallowing mouthfuls of cold air ,letting out deep sighs. This has been my routine for quite some time now.

I read something spicy to feel light. 

As the day’s hectic schedule still nips at my heels.

Today was a drag.

Everything was off the mark, a little impertinent too. The only sunshine moment was rendered by the new recruit. She is all of five feet-petite to be precise. An euphoric soul , who burst into a broad smile and then peals of laughter when she introduced herself yesterday to other staff members.

“I am Moina “ - that was her distinct uttering. Her voice was as pleasing as the singing bird ‘Moina’ but her accent was not perfect.

 Today, she was the first person to report at the office. I was the next.

 I am usually a bit late for the office, but today I had to check and revert to some urgent mails.

 Clad in a pair of casuals , she sat in her cubicle. 

 “Up so early, Maina? “

‘Yes mam. By coming early, I can catch up with the current events and make notes. I need the job for sustenance , but I aim to be through the administrative services. I shall give my 100% to my job madam.”

“Carry on dear!” 

“If you need any help, please let me know. For, I see that spark in you. You remind me of her.”

“Is she a close friend or aide madam?”

“Both “

 “Is she my prototype or my alter ego?”

The thought swirled over as I recounted my days of struggle, my tryst with hope, belief and conviction, that helped and procured me name, fame and position.

My mother used to repeat this often-” There is no substitute for hardwork.”

Simplified life mantra! 

Still holds true.