A bright Monday morning came along with its blues. Sticking an optimistic smile to my face, I got up from bed. Strolling through the rooms, I was doing things which were on my yesterday’s to-do list. As my gaze turned from the wall clock to the tasks at hand, I realized its time to quit the chores and try to reach my first goal of the day - catch my daily bus. From strolling to running, I managed to step of house on time. Well, a good start!
Expecting the flavour of my daily surprise, I stepped towards my cabin. The smile that has kept me going for the past few months has suddenly left my face. From 2 months 19 days, to be exact, I have been surprised by a mysterious cookie packed beautifully with colored ribbons every morning at my office desk. It first came on the day I came rushed to attend a meeting and returned only late afternoon. I saw it almost in the evening and never thought it was for me, just like the compliments that came from my colleagues went to my neighbors but never to me. It was there on the next day when tears were almost out of my eyes after an argument with the boss, but stopped after a non-girly ribbony package peeked at me. It was my favorite oatmeal cookie. And then it was there on the day where I was feeling low and made me drive to a pampering spa. Yes, that made me feel good and this time, it was the blueberry flavour.
The cookies went on coming day after day and I went on guessing who was my secret admirer. Is that him, my first love? What crap! was my sane answer to that question. Or was it the second love my life? I dont think so. Or was it third? Oh wait, what was his name again. Why should the person be a guy, it can be my female colleague who was grateful for the gossip that kept flowing to her from me. May be, it is my mom, trying to set up a scene as if they were from a guy interested in my online matrimonial profile.
And now they have stopped. I felt just like Holly after the letters from Jerry stopped. My guessing game has continued and this time the question was different, obviously. Late that evening, I received an anonymous letter with a package a little bigger than usual. After reading it, I realized it was not anonymous after all. It read like this:
“Monakka,
You were there for me on the days I had no one to play. You did all you can and gave me a cookie every day saying ‘Let those bullies not worry you’. You were with me during exams, on those hard days and low phases. On those cool summer mornings and rainy evenings. You were with me on the days there were no friends, which was always. To you, I may be just a kid among your lovable kid gang, but to me you were everything. A part of me today is the love you gave me on those days. I guess it’s now the time to repay.”
The gift was a wooden table-piece with words ‘You’re Always Awesome’ crafted to form its shape. I could see a new recruitee staring at me from the gaps of tinted glass doors of my cabin. Gesturing him into my room, I thought this was indeed the best repayment I ever got, with interest, I guess.
The gift was a wooden table-piece with words ‘You’re Always Awesome’ crafted to form its shape. I could see a new recruitee staring at me from the gaps of tinted glass doors of my cabin. Gesturing him into my room, I thought this was indeed the best repayment I ever got, with interest, I guess.
