Personally I am in a chaotic jumble of emotional conflicts, disorienting, distracting, happy and sad at the same time. Yes, I am scared. Scared to think.
In the office, it is one of those non-directional Fridays. Mrs. ‘M’ my esteemed client is coming again. It was just yesterday that we exchanged one of those genuinely transparent unpleasant smile that reaches the ears. She is the Sales Manager of her company and I guess I am the co-ordinator, kick-bag and liar of mine. All we did to this project was not give a second look thinking that they are quite and they must be happy. They were quite, as the submarine and so I invent, invent excuses. Pressed for time, now both the parties just want the project to be done with and vanish from each other’s sight. I am sure I’ll act blind if I meet her anywhere else. The final hitch always prolongs and we are left stepping each other’s toes.