The seat by the pillar

The first thing I looked at as I entered office was the seat by the pillar and barely visible head already working hard. Maybe it was that was in my direct line of vision or because the back of todi’s head gave me some kind of re-assurance that I’m not alone in this vast office.

Now, it’s not like I was sitting with him the whole day chatting and whiling away time. Both of us were busy with our work, him a lot more than me, but his sheer presence had a soothing effect. All my coffee excursions inevitably began or ended with a min or two spent at his desk, discussing nothing, discussing everything.

As he packs his bags and says his goodbyes before leaving for guwahati, i'll miss everything about him. His ideas for the K gudi trip, or attempts at lifting weights in the gym, his languid natural walk or him rushing around for some meeting, his tales of the crazy party the night before, just the silly grin he had on his face almost all the time.

But most of all, I’ll miss the back of the head buried deep into the monitor on the seat by the pillar everyday when I enter office or when I go to get some coffee.