The Rush

I hurried down the platform, the train had been delayed by an hour and half because of the fog and now I was going to be very late for work. I was out of breath and the back pack felt like a rock dragging me down. I couldn’t help but curse myself for not leaving the previous day. I had already sent a text to Vicky sir. I was apprehensive about the response. My phone beeped with his reply. Nervously I read it, “Nandini this is not acceptable! How can you be coming at all? You’re still on leave.”

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