She hasn't stopped fidgeting with the pen. She's walking fast. She flings the paper on her desk and then stops. She could feel the eyes on her.
The unrest, the tension was inevitable. She had had enough. It was time to leave. But the cubicle in front of her and the glasses around were restricting her from looking beyond.
And once she got out of work, it was the indecisiveness that bothered her - Indecisiveness of the people around her, her own inability to decide where to go. The so-called home in the city that still wasn't home to her, didn't seem to welcome her anymore. The thought of having mundane conversations with people she was supposed to hangout with or stepping back to work, suffocated her. So, inevitably there she was, in the middle of nowhere, still struggling to breathe.
She needed time. Time to slow it all down. Time to figure out where she was headed. Time to find herself in the mess she had created.
The unrest, the tension was inevitable. She had had enough. It was time to leave. But the cubicle in front of her and the glasses around were restricting her from looking beyond.
And once she got out of work, it was the indecisiveness that bothered her - Indecisiveness of the people around her, her own inability to decide where to go. The so-called home in the city that still wasn't home to her, didn't seem to welcome her anymore. The thought of having mundane conversations with people she was supposed to hangout with or stepping back to work, suffocated her. So, inevitably there she was, in the middle of nowhere, still struggling to breathe.
She needed time. Time to slow it all down. Time to figure out where she was headed. Time to find herself in the mess she had created.
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