Lessons that a bad tiffin box taught me
Office is a lot like school these days. I have made some friends here, and they are a lot like me. We wait for the lunch hour, and sometimes count minutes to it. On some days I know what’s packed for me in the tiffin, and on others, I don’t.
Everyday on my way back to the place where I stay, I don’t get a seat on the train. Only on some (lucky) days I get it, and today was one. I make most of these days by indulging in the book I’m currently reading. It’s almost an hour of my public “me time”. Contradicting but true.