The other side of the mirror
It was a typical sunny morning, where in, that helium hydrogen gaseous mixture high up on the sky, probably had a similar dawn break as mine and was at its cranky best. One may say it would be unfair on the milk man to have been blamed for me stepping on the milk packet half asleep. But with no coffee to start my day that was already breaking out with a throbbing head ache, wasn’t the best of scenario. I hurriedly stuffed some bread slices for lunch, made a mental note to buy some jam packet at the office canteen and rushed to the lift, only to realize half way down that my ID was left on the dining table. By the time I caught the same lift back, it had more stops than public transport on peak traffic route. I dashed out of the lift half hoping to catch it back and let out a whoop when I managed to step back inside, finally the day was beginning to look bright. Suddenly there was all darkness and the lift lurched open. The famed Bangalore power cut decided to make a cameo entry on...