There I go again..

Was on my long way down,
In the stuffy & sweating elevator.
The door slid again gallingly,
And she beheld my eyes.

White shirt, denim skirt
And brown streaked tresses,
The charm of her fragrance
Could dent even a queen’s allure.

As she stood there staring
At the ever sliding numbers.
I looked for an alibi to talk
How I wished the lift had got stuck.

But our trip ended like any other
And she just walked away.
I wonder was that love. Damn!
There I go again……..

Can you read the line???

That’s what was asked to me the nth time by two different opticians in one week. I don’t remember ticking off any member of the Optician’s Union. Yet they seemed to be hell bent to make me miserable. I have been made to change my glasses TWICE in a week and yet the optician has failed to provide me with glasses with correct specification. Now, having headaches all day and seeing stars instead of pretty ladies pass by has become part of my usual day. A weekend visit to the optician earns me the assurance that “the glasses they have provided are fine”. That actually is a subtle way of them saying, “The damage is done. I can’t admit the mistake as I might get into trouble. No free replacement for you. Adjust Madi.”

Anyways, after two days somehow my eyes have learnt to decode the stars and ignore the headaches. But a word of advice, “Always get your eyes checked by a reputed guy and make sure that you are careful to leave nothing to be read between the lines.”

Circle the cat!!!

Recently, I got a link of this fun game from a friend. Try it out when bored (when you have to sit in your workstation with nothing to do.)