Office, around 3 in the evening. A meeting.
Someone was explaining about the new project schedule and whether we'd hit it or miss it and all that.
I just keep glancing out of the window.
First I don't realize why, because I am a bit interested in that time line thingy, because it's MY time that he is discussing.
But then I realize why I have been checking out the scenery.
Somehow I can't really believe that there is still so much of sunlight outside.
I still don't realize why I can't believe that. Winter has passed and spring has been smiling upon us. So why not? Longer days, well...
Then it clicks. I feel that it has been raining outside.
Wait a minute. It is all sunny and light outside, and then why the rain?
Oh...so it has not been raining.
But I can feel that it is raining.
No, No. 3 days for implementation? Need 2 more.
I can smell the rain. So that's the deal. I am not seeing the rain or feeling the rain. I just am smelling the rain. What the heck?
I look around.
Aha!!
I lean to the guy sitting next to me.
"One of those 'fresh rain' scent detergents"?
He is surprised for a second and then nods with a knowing smile.
Well, that works.
Yup. Time line kind of looks ok too.
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1 comment:
is that true? it doesn't sound like it anyway.nice post though.
-karuna
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