08-07-2025, 02:10 AM
Thursday Afternoon: Not Just Another Day
The fan spun lazily above him
Its blades slicing through the silence like time itself, measured, steady, indifferent.
Ravi sat hunched over his laptop.
Elbows resting on the desk
Eyes fixed on a slide deck that hadn’t changed in twenty minutes.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, un-moving.
The document was open.
The task clear.
But his mind?
Drifting.
He let out a slow breath
Leaned back in the chair, and glanced toward the half-open window.
The breeze brought in the distant thrum of Mumbai life, honking, footsteps, a barking dog far below.
And beneath it all, somewhere in the apartment, the quiet, occasional sound of steel against granite.
Or a faint clink of glass being set aside.
She was still moving out there.
Priya Didi.
Not just beautiful, though she was that, almost painfully so,
But… something else.
Something in her voice, her walk, her eyes.
She had this way of listening like she could see the spaces between your words.
Of laughing like she'd forgotten she was allowed to.
She felt complete, even in silence.
And somehow
That pulled him in more than anything loud or flirtatious ever could.
- o -
.
The fan spun lazily above him
Its blades slicing through the silence like time itself, measured, steady, indifferent.
Ravi sat hunched over his laptop.
Elbows resting on the desk
Eyes fixed on a slide deck that hadn’t changed in twenty minutes.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, un-moving.
The document was open.
The task clear.
But his mind?
Drifting.
He let out a slow breath
Leaned back in the chair, and glanced toward the half-open window.
The breeze brought in the distant thrum of Mumbai life, honking, footsteps, a barking dog far below.
And beneath it all, somewhere in the apartment, the quiet, occasional sound of steel against granite.
Or a faint clink of glass being set aside.
She was still moving out there.
Priya Didi.
Not just beautiful, though she was that, almost painfully so,
But… something else.
Something in her voice, her walk, her eyes.
She had this way of listening like she could see the spaces between your words.
Of laughing like she'd forgotten she was allowed to.
She felt complete, even in silence.
And somehow
That pulled him in more than anything loud or flirtatious ever could.
- o -
.