Subtle Longing

Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?

I stood in front of the coffee machine going through the different alterations of coffee. I picked one and it poured out into the cup below. I had bought the cup in an online sale and there was a reason for it, the disposable cups provided by the company couldn’t contain enough coffee to the satisfaction of my mind hence my coffee cup solved the problem. A few other people also did the same.



As I walked back to my seat, I greeted a few colleagues, shook hands of some I knew better and paused to crack a joke to the ones whom I considered friends.



I came back to my desk; I kept the coffee mug on the table and my phone from the pocket. Then I pulled back the chair and sat down. I took the first sip of coffee to feel that boost to motivation to begin my working day. I checked my phone one last time for any important calls and messages before putting it on silent.



I straight away checked my mails for the task I was assigned for the day and then I started with it. This is the kind of office life that I had been leading for the past four years and when you have spent that long you know how far your work profile and the associated responsibilities stretch.



So, if someone were to ask me about the next year at that time, then there was actually nothing more to say, I mean for many of us office goers this is it unless the organisation wants us to do something else or we intentionally change our work profiles.


That is all however work-related, the real change was actually happening at home where I had begun writing and that is where the path to a change had begun without me realising it. Did I think I would write more than ever a year later even though my profession was content editing and writing? Not at all, after getting into my profession I had completely given up upon any reading or writing outside my profession. I had forgotten why I loved to do it in the first place.



But as it has happened in many stories and movies, I was inspired by a person to realise that I actually love to read and write and I didn’t have to set limitations on it because of my profession. After a year, I am very willingly and happily sitting and writing all that I want to and most importantly in a way I would like to write. Somewhere inside me that is what I wanted even if I did not practically envision it. But now I have a very nice vision of the year that is coming.

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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