It was just another Monday. The only difference was I was having a feeling as if tomorrow is weekend since I killed my lovely weekend hours in office.
I desperately wanted to go home as soon as possible for two reasons – one it was 11:00 pm, second I was tired as I didn’t sleep last night.
I called her up and asked if she is coming.
I: Hey, I am leaving. Coming?
She: 30 minutes.
I: Ok. I am waiting.
These 30 minutes was the longest period of time in that whole day.
[after 30 minutes. She called.]
She: Can you come to my desk?
I: Sure.
I went to her desk and sat by her side watching her opening and closing the windows and appending the requests.
I didn’t know whether she was in problem or she wants my help in something. She didn’t speak anything. I just sat patiently not wanting to disturb her. And believe me this one hour sitting by her side just flew away like five minutes. And then suddenly she hit Windows+L and locked her PC.
While walking down on the stairs, I asked her if everything was done. She didn’t reply. Instead she pointed to towards ground flour.
I couldn’t figure out anything.
And when we reached the road, as she tried to say something she started crying with tears.
I couldn’t figure out much from her mumbling:
“What if something goes wrong? Why someone has to work this much? Why cant my boss understand? I have been here whole weekend.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to console her.
I: Hey lil girl, you have done a great job. You have finished more than your share of work. It is not your fault if something goes wrong.
She: …
I: Even if something goes wrong, the world is not going upside down. What are you going to do for your dinner?
She: No. I am going to eat anything.
I: Uh.. Sweetheart, don’t be too hard on your self. Come to my place. I will prepare something for you and then leave you at your place.
She didn’t say anything.
Two hours back, I was completely tired and sleepy and didn’t even have the energy to talk. Now, I forgot everything. I was alive.
We went home and I prepared maggi and then I left her at her place.
This was the first time I, a kind of MCP (Male chauvinist pig), prepared a maggi for a girl and felt good in doing that.