All the feels

The surrounding was bathed in the crispness of the morning sun. The darkness of night, its uncertainties and mysteries were washed away by the assuring, nurturing rays of the sun. The marigolds, roses, daisies hummed a tune that was soothing to the sight. The chirping of the birds, a cackle of a hen, cawing of crows and sound of some bird I couldn’t recognise made an exquisite melody. Many a tree with their mist-laden leaves swayed along the road. The cool breeze spread a sense of pleasantness across the horizon. As the world woke up to embrace the day with humor, humility and humanity, the newspaper boy and the milkman hustled through the floors of the building delivering their supply.

With a step in my stride and a heart full of love, I walked down the road to catch my bus. Students, employees from the corporate world, workers, and people were waiting eagerly for the bus with their bags full of hope and aspiration. The bus reached the railway station, it is a place to experience energy dance to the tunes of local trains. Hundreds of people travel across cities to earn their keep, there is a certain sense of adventure attached to board a local train. A shove here and pull there for an inch of space. But railways are our lifeline without them our economy will fall flat on the face.

A smell of coffee brewing in the cafeteria, rapid clicks of the keyboard, board meetings, table tennis. Day of work lies ahead of me. The atmosphere here is informal, casual and everyone seems to be having a gala time. Work equals play as we code to build an app for the day. The members of the Android development team are amazing and help us wholeheartedly. Ideating with them gives you a high, and implementation adds to it. Over the course of the day we cherish these moments, when stuck with a certain problem we find a solution to it. That’s how a team works.

It's evening now time to wrap up, pull the shutters for the day. We are served with sumptuous food. A great combo of fruits, pastries, and shakes. The sun has set leaving behind a tinge of orange hue, I sit in the train, gazing past the window I could see the trees, buildings go past backward. I read my book as the train enters the station. People get down hurriedly and the train goes back to where it came from. People are waking up to the bus stop, sitting in the rickshaw or having a quick meal. They seem to be in high spirits as they talk about their day, share their story of the day, the moment of exhilaration. Above all, there is a sense of contentment about a day lived with love, life, and laughter.