Today he woke up early, earlier than his usual timings. He
offered his prayers to the Almighty after a very long time. He called up his
mother spoke to her for a while. He then went to his daughter’s room, put his
hands on her sleeping little cheeks and kissed her forehead. Next, he moved to
his study room. He gave a look at the array of books he had accumulated over
the years. He arranged the scattered stationary in a neat manner on the table,
ticked that day’s date in the calendar, opened the chest of drawer, picked his
best performer of the year badge and pinned it on his front shirt pocket.
