The Unattended Letter

Oh! the Metro

"Dhaani. If you can't work then tell me, I won't keep you here.", my boss barged upto my desk raging in fury. I stand up nervously. 

"What happened Sir?", I look at his hands holding a file. Surely I did some crap. 

"Do you understand that I have a reputation here?", he looks at me. I nod my head fiercely, gulping nervously knowing my day is probably spoiled. 

"Then why did you not keep this report on my table to confirm, before handing it over to the client?", he shouts while the whole office beholds pity in their eyes for me. 

"Sir, whose is it?", I had to ask, I know this will bring in another blow. 

For a moment he was silent but the next second his loud voice startled me. 

"Out!", he pointed his hand towards the office gate. My eyes were about to pop out. 

"Sir but just tell me who-",  

"Out I said. Enough of your drama now", I'm shut up. 

I pick up my bag and put my specs inside and silently take a step to walk past him. Am I creating drama or him? 

A few paces later I hear a whisper. I look sideways and spot Nitika laughing silently on my condition. I stop where I am. 

I turn around and look at my boss who is now sitting in my chair and going through the report. 

"Sir. I may have done something wrong or stupid and I'm sorry for that, but let me tell you, that you were in no place to kick me out this way. I am leaving and will not return until you call me back.", I say with a confident voice. Nitika's laughing stopped and my boss wore a bewildered look on his face. 

I turn around and walk up to the door. Just as I'm about to pull the door handle, "Dhaani", calls my boss. 

I turn around to face him. He stands up from his place and says, 

"Come tomorrow and get the cheque till date for this month", he smiles his devilish smile looking at me triumphantly. 

Such a b***ard! 

"Fine", I say and walk out of the door. 

Once on the cramped streets of Dalhousie, I shout out my frustration. 

"Aarrrgghhh!" 

Passers-by give me all types of looks : from confusion, irritation, to pure hatred and to pity even. 

One woman in particular seems to be totally dis-satisfied so I stop her. 

"You bothered much? Have you been kicked out of your work ever?", I question her. 

"No", she says with her eyebrows raised at me. 

"Then you are in no place to judge me. Go do your work.", I dismiss her. 

She shakes her head hopelessly at me and continues to walk her way. 

I continue to walk to no place in particular. I turn around the corner and the crowd disappears, this place is seldom used by the walkers. Good for me. I decide to take the metro instead of the bus today in hopes to have a longer route to walk and ponder to chill my heated brain now. 

"Why did he need to shout? If only he could tell whose file it was, but no, he and his big ego!", I rant on my own knowing no one would listen to my words. 

"I bet he calls you tomorrow first thing in the morning", a male voice which is sure to belong to Neel, stops me. 

I turn around to find him a few steps back, trailing me.