A Vision In The Blinds

Chapter 1. A Familiar Ring.

The clock ticked 23:56. I stretched out wide, like my arms awaiting the hug of my long lost sleep. This week too, like every other, gifted me nothing but more work and insomnia. I actually had started to find my office walls more amusing than those bundles of papers, stalled, waiting for their chance to numb down my brain. Between those heavy office shifts, the world out there, outside my room full of suffocation, often did amuse me. My drifted artist called me once in a while, he saw this world in a way, I always failed to. Simple things often taught lessons of life. A traffic signal often reminded me of our own mind, the human mind. The red light was like our resistance, we suffered, we always suffered, and yet we sustained. Yellow light was our patience, growing thin with time. Growing thin with sufferance. And the green light was our relief, it always let go of our pains, our resistance. So at some point of time, a green light was necessary.

With 11 cups of coffee down my throat and further ensuring my expected insanity, I had found a solace in the pictures of "15 Holiday Destinations To Visit Before You Die." Quietly scrolling through a random micro-blogging website. Sometimes I really wished if I could just slam by resignation letter on the Manager's face, and walk away. But then I imagine myself in worn out clothes, clinking a few pennies in my old hobo hat, and the guilt brings me back to the reality. Carrying my fake pen moustache, I accept my reality and work, my head down.

After hours of strenuous work, I crash into my bed, in the arms of my dear doze. But shortly I was slapped back to life by my cellphone, cranked up to highest volume, and a racket of the tone, which by now, I had developed a hatred for, apparently for the same reasons it had rang for now. The contact had now reached a record of 7 missed calls and 11 messages, but that number only worsened my already worse mood.

Didn't she understand? Hadn't we agreed upon it? Why was she calling again and again? Wasn't one heartbreak enough for us? However my frown and her messages failed to answer these questions. It always amused me how people had a different face for every situation. A face they showed and a face they carried. "Look location and change situation", was indeed very apt for humans.

I wouldn't let that part me from my beloved sleep, would I? My cellphone screen flashed again, and this time it washed away my snooze. I got up and rushed to the drawing room.