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She had not had
her breakfast. And so her first instinct was to ignore the slight reeling of
her head. The moment passed and she did not think much into it. With three
cases running simultaneously in her mind, she had room for nothing more in
there. The next time the reeling lasted a little longer. She thought she might
faint. She decide to grab a quick snack, just in case. So, she got up from her
seat, grabbed a file to be dropped on a colleagues’ desk en route and marched
towards the office canteen. The confident straight foot falls that had garnered
their share of head-turner when she had been new in the place. Two years and a
couple of months later, people had gotten used to her presence.
As she crossed
by her manager’s seat, she heard her name being called out. “How come you’re walking around? It’s an
earthquake for goodness sake”.
Ah! An
earthquake. That explained her revolving head. She relaxed. She was not
fainting.
Her team-members
“isn’t she weird look” made her
realize that relaxing was wrongly-timed,
But, she did not
feel the panic. She did not feel the fear. And now that she was standing, her
head did not swirl. Somehow she could not relate to the scare that had people clamoring
for stairs.
But then she had
never had a history of conforming.
The table-fan at
her colleagues desk was definitely springing now. And so there was no point
left to disagree. She knew she would be following the commotion.
The fire exit
was teeming with crowd from eight floors.
No further than
a couple of stairs, she stopped again. Her manager looked at her with those “no way, you are not planning to go back in
there”?
Over the din,
she shouted the name of her bestie, Sanjula, to the manager.
They both
stopped “what about her”?
“ I have to go back .. she … her … “ Oh great … when she needed them the most, the words left her.
She looked at
the crowd. Sanjula, where are you?
When she saw
Sanjula’s team on the stairs, she went weak in her knees. She asked them all,
but they said something that died down in the noises. She panicked. Sanjula was
on family way. Advanced stages. Last trimester.
She looked ahead.
Her manager who was urging her on. Encouraging her to move. She looked back. There
were people all over.
But no Sanjula.
She went up to
her manager and told her the facts. Narrated them. Like she did on the court’s
affidavit. Factual position without emotions.
Oh silly girl, just call her up.
I am trying but the call is just not connecting.
Well, then keep trying and keep moving.
The oncoming
rush swallowed her.
As they neared
the ground floor, she felt guilty. Of leaving Sanjula behind. She looked back. The
friend circle was walking down the stairs. She mouthed Sanjula’s name. They had
not seen her either.
Desperately, she
called again. Unreachable. The fear that she had not felt for herself gripped
her now. She prayed as she dialed again. Nothing. No ring. No buzz. No Sanjula.
She looked at her phone, it still showed dialing.
And then after infinity 0:01 “ where are you” “ you tell” “ …. …. … open“ she
said something but the voice cracked. She kept the call going.
Upper ground. She
slowed. Moved away from the exit. Towards the cubicles. Away from the crowd. Her
manager. Her friends.
Where are you?
Just reached outside.
Already in the ground?
Yes.
See you there.
Sprited, she
joined the crowd. Her manager and her friends. The courage that had left her
for the moment made her feel weak. Or perhaps it was the lack of breakfast. And
five flight of stairs.
When they made
it to the open, her eyes searched and saw Sanjula smiling over something. Their
eyes met and acknowledged each other. She relaxed and joined the nearest
conversation.
“Has it passed”?
“Did you feel it”?
“God, look at all these buildings, we were better off
in there”
“Do you plan to go back and work”
“Yaar, anyways, it is Saturday”
Frivolous banter.
Anything to keep their minds off the temblor.
And then she found
herself following these people back to the cubicles.
Nobody wanted to
wait in sun for aftershocks.
Files, and
statements and deadlines were calling out to them.
And just as she
was typing out the last lines to some important letter, she heard the rumpus
again. The table-fan was dancing again. And people were gathering near the fire
exit.
She picked up both
her handbag and phone. And was already calling Sanjula as she joined the
hoo-ha.
Have only experienced slight tremors which made the windows rattle...cannot imagine the devastation in places like Nepal♪ http://lauriekazmierczak.com/weird-bolls/
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