My eyes strained as they darted back and forth between piping isometrics and the endless rows of numbers on the spreadsheet. Extracting stress loads from the piping restraint summary was proving to be more daunting than I had anticipated. My brain was on the brink of a meltdown and every piping iso seemed to blur into a nonsensical whirl....Quite literally !
I casually checked the time on my computer and it was already ten past four, which is our usual break time...With a swift click, I pinged my friends over teams and hit windows + L.
As we were waiting on our order for butter croissant and chocolate twister from Tryst, we resorted to lamenting about the never-ending tasks that lay ahead of us.
The order finally arrived and as we dived into it like we were competing in the olympics of snacking, my friend asked me,
It is hard to write poems, isn’t it?
I smiled;
For I knew,
That poetry can never be forced,
They just flow,
In the course of life,
With the depth of feelings.
In response, I quoted the following lines that I read a while ago....
Poems aren’t hard to write,
But the hardest poem is the one,
That is written inspite of knowing
That it will never be read.
As I finished quoting that line, she appeared just as affected by the significance of those words as I was. She was about to ask if I had written one such poem when I cut her short saying it was 4.25pm already and we had only 5 minutes to make it to the meeting on time. We headed back to the lift lobby to retreat to our desks, ready to take up what was in store for the remainder of the day !
