With every forward step towards the paved entrance of that plush three start hotel, my mind was teleporting in the past to the bright sunny day when I rolled in on my bike into the same entrance. Crisp iron shirt just like one I’ve on right now, my backpack, formal shoes and so on. Back here for a business…
As interesting as it could be, we walk into the same restaurant and grab a table right opposite the aisle. I stop for a second, turn my head ..chuckle then go silent and respond to other persons comment “Yeah, indeed this place is nice. Good ambiance.”
“Yes, I’ve been here before. And when I started my day this morning I didn’t imagine I would be here today. And there is more to this place. And I want to just call this meeting off and probably get hold of Jack Daniels while it rains and pours outside. I would much rather have you leave me to myself for this evening.”…. I don’t say.
Well I didn’t smile as much today, I didn’t have anything smart to say, I didn’t have my bike today, I didn’t have anyone to offer a ride today….I just sat down, discussed, took notes, shook hands and slammed the door shut when I got into the cab and asked him to roll.
Cleaned my cupboards the other day… found cards, tickets and all of the stuff that you promise yourself to get rid of one day but that day never comes. That day still didn’t come
Opened this hand-bag which was hidden somewhere on antique, got hold of an electric kettle, a cooker and lot of other stuff…I hadn’t used in a while…it wasn’t my stuff but I had it.
Had gone out with my roomie for supper, he tells me bout his trip to Malaysia and the flight delays thanks to weather. Interestingly he has a story, story that happens to some of us while we drag our hand luggage around waiting room, browsing internet, window shopping or just looking at the runway. He met someone and spent the whole day chit-chatting. Pretty girl…I guess. He smiled to register his accord. “Dude, you know what, I know my next destination. I’m going there. What say we take a small holiday down there…. “…I smile - gulp the last sip of lemonade – look up and smile.
In Dublin, my friend would ask me, “So what’s the stody?”
Mine is same as anyone else’s….a story with a twist…
I try to force one more smile…
Neo
