NB: Written on Thursday Oct. 22, 2015, but posted today.
Thursday evening. It’s 4 p.m. and everyone is winding up
work. People are shutting down laptops
and calling out to others waving the byes. It’s the long weekend and everyone,
me included, is looking forward to destress and unwind. I’m quite excited about
it, as it’ll be a “legal” holiday for me, since I’ve joined this company just
two weeks back.
And it’s Zumba day too. After quite a lot of contemplation, I
finally enrolled myself for Zumba classes. I have always been passionate about
dancing but never actually thought of pursuing it. After much research and
viewing umpteen videos, I had made up my mind. The day has at last arrived when
I have decided to give Zumba a shot. Work done for the day and awaiting the
clock to strike 6 so that I can rush for the class, I steal a glance at the
time display on my laptop. There’s still an hour and 30 minutes to kill. The
hands on the clock are crawling slower than a tortoise. I’m sure if time and
tortoise were to compete in a race, the tortoise would win. Sigh!
