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The centre of gravity!

Mix was lost, was an understatement. He couldn't comprehend a lot of things that were happening around him. He was exhausted to the bones, because of his extremely long excruciating working hours.

He loved his job, without a doubt. But when it gets tough, it gets to the extreme - physically and mentally taxing. He was continuously on his toes -  wanted by his subordinates for questions, friends for help and his seniors to check the progress made.

Though he was good at what he did, there is always a limit to the stress he can tolerate. When we work for more than 12 hours a day, it is obvious that both our brain and body screams for rest. But imagine working for more than 18 hours -  without a proper break, dealing with different kinds of people, from different parts of the world.

His job was supposed to be a desk job - but he also had the opportunity to work with a lot of people from different countries - one of the main reasons he took up the job. He loved the interaction part, where he could learn a lot of new things about different cultures and countries. But the flop side of it was the ungodly working hours and a workflow which had no end to it.

He had been working at the current job, for more than 8 years, which left him little to no room to thinking about anything apart from his work. Socializing was a distant cry, which didn't even seem a necessity anymore. He was fine without the meets and greets, where people were constantly trying to show off that they have the best life in the group.

All he wanted was some solace - maybe a 10 mins alone time, away from all the madness, away from every cry! He wanted that time to give his brain a much needed break. He didn't want to think; didn't want to comprehend anything. All he wanted was to live the life of a log, for 10 mins. But is that too much to ask for?

Everytime, he took a deep breath, he was bombarded with more work or more calls. While trying to help others, he had to ignore his work, which only kept piling up by the minute.

It was very suffocating, that it has made his mind numb, after a certain point. He was super close to shouting on top of his lungs, throwing all the papers without a care and wanted to walk away...far far away and never return.

But unfortunately, he couldn't do any of those. He had to hold his ground underneath with the last strands of sanity that was available. As much as he wanted to run away, he had certain responsibilities he couldn't run away from. He had to face all challenges, head strong. Amidst the internal battle he was having, he heard a knock on his door.

As if I am not having enough trouble already, there's another one at the door! he thought. Trying his best to suppress the irritation, he turned around with a fake smile 

"Delivery!" a voice said - a voice that instantly melted all his worries away. The only voice that can bring him to the shore even if he's in neck-deep trouble. The voice of his beloved, who stopped by, only to encourage him, extend his mental support, to assure him that he'll be here, no matter what, and everything will be alright.

Earth, his partner, had stopped by, with Mix's favourite milkshake - something that can instantly change his foul mood to a good one.

"I know you are swamped with work; I know it's overwhelming, but it's okay! You are doing great!" Earth said.

Trust Earth to hit the bulls eye, with his words, everytime Mix needed some encouragement.

Those simple words put his inner turmoil to rest and helped him cruise through his work, for the rest of the day. After all, having the most understanding partner, right next to your office has its own advantage!

*The end*

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