Life in Blues...
There was a time when I used to love mornings and everything about it; morning coffee, the smell of fresh air coming through the windows, the will to start a new day with immense possibilities and so on! But as time went by, mornings became solitary, a sense of foreboding set in; caffeine became the only thing that could get me out from the bed and work became the agenda of the day! I would hardly notice the breeze coming through the window anymore. Although everything was perfect, just what I wanted, I still felt something was missing like a piece from a puzzle... As I immersed myself in my daily drudgery, hoping that I ignore the missing piece or pretend that there was nothing amiss, my life took special efforts to just drown me in its infinite void. Work was pretty much the same, new teammates were to be trained in the process of our application. Some were nice, some were cordial and one was distinct. I say distinct because he felt like a breath of fresh air in my mundane life...