She paid the cafeteria man. Picking up her lunch tray from the counter, she turned around. She saw him looking at her. He sat at a table towards the door. A hesitant smile.
She ran in from the rain, hoped she hadnt ruined her new kurta. As she skidded to a stop near the elevator, she saw him staring at her. He stood in a corner, away from the crowd. A soft ‘good morning’.
Rushing out of the Meeting Room, she headed straight to the cubicle she shared with her 3 team-mates. She was angry, upset and sad. She sat at her table, composing herself and succeeded. Her team-mates didnt realise anything. 10 minutes later, a mail popped up from him. “You okay? Look upset.”
Naturally, she wondered what was going on. From just raising her eyebrow and forgetting all about him, she now gave him some thought. Should the “issue” be addressed or with time, would the winds change direction all on their own? Clearing the air has its own benefits. On the other hand, ignorance brings with itself a certain kind of bliss. She chewed on her pencil and asked herself for the 33rd time that month, “whats going on?”