Anant was sincere and a hardworking fellow working for an advertising agency. Neha was dynamic and giggling, always donning that ‘she’s an angel’ smile. Both were working on same assigment for nearly 3 months for now. The results were good, they were meeting milestones as planned. It was a warm evening, both walking past the high rise official complex:
(A): we seem to be on target. This project is going as scheduled. I don;t want any hiccups at this stage. We’ve working like hell.
(N): Yes. you’ve put a lot of effort. Wanna coffee?
(A): Sure. How about the demo to the Mr. V (Boss) some time tomorrow?
(N): Suits me!
(A): How is mom doing back at home?
They njoyed sharing the words, thoughts, joys and sorrows; this has been the 10th evening they’re coffeeing together in past fortnight. It was (N) who asked (A) out at first; and the only answer she got from (A) was “at 7 PM”.
Somehow in good times everyone wants to hold on to time. It always seems in hurry. Even I wish I could cling on to it! They wished the same as street lamps passed over their heads.
Six months passed by and the ad was a roaring success. Everyone in the office talked about their hardwork. Time came for the official word. To A’s surprise, N was given credit of the success of the ad. The last 10 months A has worked like hell and all he got was “continue with the same spirit”, while N was showered with praise and hike.
There are times when a moment seems to take years, as if afraid of moving forward. The cold jittery winds were blowing, both walking by as street lamps watched the shadows drooping by.