Chrysanthemum

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

That Wednesday morning, 9 o’clock

I walked towards my office with the same expression that I had each day- of extreme dullness and resignation.

 It was the same monotonous routine every single day, the same inane chatter around me, the same pity in the voices that spoke to me, the same mindless pursuit for name and fame, the same disillusioned belief of money bringing happiness.

The same.

The only thing that was ever different, or so I was told by my sympathetic colleagues were the flowers that graced my vase each day.  

When I had been discharged from the hospital, the complete darkness that surrounded me was terrifying. I could not come to terms with the fact that the beauty of the world around me, that I had for so long taken for granted, was now forever lost to my vision.

My parents had then been my greatest support comforting me and giving me great hope. They knew my love for flowers and had ordered the florist to deliver a bunch of different flowers each day in my office.

Sighing, I slowly made my way towards the vase and smelled the flowers which had been sent today.

The very sent of those flowers made me smile.

Chrysanthemum..

My favourite flower, a flower that also gave me hope and happiness. It was a flower that reminded me of happier times and gave me courage to face the hardships of life.

My golden flower.

Smiling, I sat on my chair waiting for my boss to come and inform me about the day’s work.

I did not have to wait for long as I heard her heels clicking on the marble floor as they neared my cabin.

It reminded me of the same monotonous work she did, clicking the mouse in front of the computer, each day, hour after hour.

That act would certainly lead to earning huge amounts of money, but I did wonder, if it would also lead to the true satisfaction of the heart.

“Good morning. How are you today?” She greeted me and as usual, I could hear the one thing in her voice I had no desire of receiving

Pity

I was tired of it.

How much could one’s pity change a person’s life? It just makes them aware of their own weakness, of their own loss.

I did not want pity. I wanted trust

Trust… that inspite of everything, I was still capable of doing things right, that I could still prove my abilities and achieve my dreams.

But while the world had abundant supply of pity for me, it did not have a single pinch of trust.

I heard her clear her throat and mentally shook my head to clear my thoughts.

“Good morning. I am quite well Clarisa, thank you” I mumbled

“That is good to know. Today, as usual you will simply be attending calls on the phone and informing our customers about the new products. I hope it is not too much?” She enquired.

“No it’s not Clarisa. Is there anything else?”

“No just the calls. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle the data configuration or cash collection. So just attend the calls” She said and left.

I closed my eyes tightly begging for strength.

This was not how I had envisioned my life to be.