Finding my blue bottle. This was a Christmas gift perhaps about 10 years old. (I really am bad at keeping time.) To me, it is an emblem of the happy times I have spent with a certain group at a certain point of my life. We hanged out almost every weekend. I remember that W* had bought each of us a bottle of the same design, but he did not leave it to us to randomly choose what we like. He had acutely observed the colours we'd each like. I appreciate the thoughtfulness, and this is the exact color I would have chosen if given any choice. That said, it is obvious that I do place a lot of sentimental value on this bottle.
Imagine my horror when I found it missing en route dinner after the captain's ball session last evening. I almost lost my soul when my colleague J* (whom I frantically called, and was still in the lab then) told me that it was not in my cube.
C* was nice to offer to drive me back to the office after dinner and a visit to E*'s new home. I thought it unnecessary, but my mind was a blank throughout the evening.
What joy then, when in the morning, I received a whatsapp message from C* (He comes into the office earlier than anyone of us) , with a photo of my blue bottle sitting pretty in my cube.
*Happy Tuesday!*
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Rubric >> W*: The superscale scholar >> J*: The soft-spoken male engineer who cooks vinaigrette trotters >> E*: The long time friend, psycho-therapist and guru >> C*: The ever obliging colleague
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