Short-term joys

As everyone complains of monotony, I would like to break in by arguing that of course there are things one can look forward to. I don’t mean long term, and am not referring to big goals, pleasant surprises or dreams that take at least a few grey hair to get realised. I am also not talking about the job offer on its way, or the car in the offing. Nor am I hinting at the one interesting person everybody hopes to meet at some point or the other. What I am arriving at are possibilities one can look forward to each day. Every hour.

Even in the deepest shade of blue days, there are a few things that bring joy to me. To begin with, the first cup of oversweet tea I often complain about but suffer from withdrawal symptoms when the machine crashes down. I also look forward to receiving mails which in the first go reassure that people remember me. The second thought that I am nothing but a name in the forward message list doesn’t really dampen my spirit. I look forward to plugging my earphones in and listening to something pleasant. In deep contrast to the bickering that otherwise raids my ears. I really look forward to fifteen minutes or so of reading the book I religiously carry to work. To biscuits that come with tea during meetings. I look forward to the moody Delhi weather, and to standing at the huge window overlooking the flyover when it suddenly rains. I look forward to new faces and old friends. And most of all, to writing with my fountain pen.