Yet another day at work…
A half empty or a half full bottle of water on the desk
strokes of an irritable hindi song in the background
people ready to rust in their chairs
time seems to have died in our neighbourhood today
Anticipating a brighter future
angry with the stale present
floating in the daunting memories of the past
dreams seem to have broken in our neighbourhood today
Staring at the to-do list in the diary
struggling to keep the eyes open
forcing a polite conversation
enthusiasm seems to have dried in our neighbourhood today