I did not want to start the New Year in this note. I am the only one left in my office. I am simply staring at my desk which is full of papers, important notes clipped in a clipboard, a book which I have just started, my bag, stationeries and etc. My mind’s totally occupied with thoughts, those thoughts which will appear lively in a few days to come.
I have been ignoring a meeting with a very new friend of mine and he too must be waiting for my call. There’s another one who might also be waiting for my call but my hands just don’t stretch towards the phone.
It’s completely silent in here. The only sound which I can hear is the ticking of a wall clock apart from irritating honking of vehicles from a fairly away distant.
I dislike Fridays though this day has something to cheer about as the next day usually is an off day. Many good friends have left me on Fridays and thus I am always haunted. This time around as well, I was already feeling guilty of not reaching for my friend who was already leaving. I couldn’t call him just because of the previous day’s commitment which I did not quite make, and all my excuses would be lame. I was quite aware of his reporting time at the airport but couldn’t act more rather than thinking of him entering the terminal.
Finally at around 4 p.m. I get a call from my friend. Had I been a child I would have wept. Nevertheless I was delighted to talk to him for a few minutes before the jet took off. It was one of the best talks of my life. I toughened my heart squeezing all the emotions aside and finally bid him farewell.
It was Friday and yet again Friday caused a severe pain in me.