It was around eleven o’clock at night, when the guard on his daily routine prowl, made his way to her desk and lowered himself to whisper in her ears, “Ma’am go home, you work too much.” He stepped back, smiled, saluted and left. A wave of warm air passed through her, her insides loosened up and rather than getting angry for being asked or even requested to leave early, she felt good. She shut down her work and left office, for the first time in many years, making the plainest of the people in the office happy. Once, her office was her identity, once. This has been the place that made her famous, bold and strong. She had always been loyal to the place, since the day she joined.
Tonight, she didn’t feel like going home. She never went home so early. She wanted to hang out somewhere, not the pub where everyone got drunk and not even the corner of the blue door disco where she went into a trance that she never liked visiting.
However, she made her way to the nearest pub around her office. Seeing a woman all alone, the security at the gate stepped front. She quietly got inside, without uttering a word, without disturbing anybody. Just simply once, she held her head up and looked straight into the security personnel’s eyes and stared for a second or two.
Once inside, she knew where she wanted to be. She didn’t wander or wait to find a place. She didn’t need to analyze the mood, she believed wherever she went, the place would adjust according to her moods.
She made way to the extreme corner of the place. Only heartbroken or people who wanted to be left alone made way to this part of the world, she was lucky that none of those sorts had occupied the place. However, neither was she heartbroken nor wanted to be alone. She just simply loved the corner, watching the world from an end and not having to turn back to see what is happening behind.
She had stopped visiting parties, pubs, discos, etc long back. Not that she chose to be anti-social but nothing interested her. Occasionally she was seen in office parties, if it was needed; if it was urgent. Today, however, she felt different. She wanted to be there and see how much the life in this extrovert yet mysterious world had changed.
Two hours later, after finishing her third glass of her regular - screw driver, she made her way outside. She was bored and sad.
“The world is going nowhere and it is not-at-all as amusing as it used to be, may be, once.”
Outside, suddenly, it started raining. Standing near the car, she thought, “What if I could walk all the way home in this rain, what if?” She hated driving after drinking; however, she hated taking a cab, also. What she wanted now, she couldn’t get.
She stood there, in the rain, drenching. She now wanted to go home but not in the car and her house was too far away for her to walk back. She simply stood there.
She found herself falling asleep, her muscles letting go and her body slowly loosening up. She held the hood of the car and tried standing but she was too tired. She finally got inside the car and closed the door. She let out a deep sigh. May be a tear rolled down from her eyes, to mix with the water falling from her drenched hair. She pushed the accelerator and drove her way, away, from the place. She didn’t regret, however, being there.
The car came to a halt, somewhere. She was half awake, half asleep. She was happy to be not caught by any policeman ready to terrorize her to the prison for drunk-sleep driving. She had always been a proper driver, only occasionally speeding and breaking traffic rules. When she reached the gate, she realized it wasn’t her place, neither her area, nor her destination. She looked up, familiar windows, familiar doors and suddenly — a familiar face.
“Hello madam, so good to see you after so many months. How have you been?”
Without replying anything, she walked back, tipsy; unable to stand properly she made her way inside. She kick started the engine and…
Black Rose Gal thinks people write because they love to write and not just for people to read. The third part of the Perfect series.