I was really excited to meet my friends, after getting ready, I caught a cab to the destination, and it was a one hour journey from my home. I checked my mobile, and decided to message my friends about arrival, but later I discarded, as they will take a jibe on me, of reaching early, as I am punctual. I reached the place within an hour, as there was less traffic. I paid the taxi-fare and tips too, the driver was glad, and wishing me good day, he drove away. There are some small good things, which contributes towards happiness, and making the day good. I walked on the raw road, and reached the office premises. There were no gates, perhaps it was dismantled by the officials or any vagrants. The factory had become decrepit due to non-maintenance, however, the doors were closed and rusted, and it was good that no vagrants could get in. I walked thought the huge premises of the factory, and I was lost in the reminiscence, perhaps I was in time travel. I thought of the interview, when I first came for an interview, it took more than two hours to conduct my interview, the joining, training, and on job.
I began to think about the woman, I remember the last day, when our eyes met for the last time, and I still remember her watery eyes. After strolling around the factory, I sat at one of the rusted benches at the corner of the factory, thus the bench was under the shade of the factory. I decided to sit there and wait, I sat on the bench, and I was beside myself in grief. I don't know why I was in grief? Perhaps I was getting nostalgic, and I am clouded with the thoughts of the woman. I lighted my cigarette, and started taking puffs, my emotions were turbulent, and after a while my mind was clouded with something else.
The site appealed to my emotion, I felt like these places were talking to me, and they want to communicate something to me. The cigarette slipped from my fingers, I was in oblivion, and I don't know whether there was something bizarre. The site was behaving like nosy neighbours, my emotions were twitching, and my fingers were wiggling. I wasn't in my senses, and there was nothing could be done, after a while everything became normal, and thereafter, I was back in my senses. I looked around, and shook my head frantically; I don't know whether I was in trance or something. I feel like there is too much water under the bridge.
