I have always hated mint flavored toothpaste. It’s cold, pinching and invading. It is the only flavor that unsparingly goes down your throat and attacks the diaphragm. Simply disgusting. But that is the flavor my family has ever used. There were days, mostly holidays, I didn’t brush my teeth just because of the flavor of the toothpaste. But I am a thirty-year-old man now and I make my own choices. Replacing mint flavored anything in the house with strawberry flavor is one of them. That’s one thing that has made me an early bird. My cranky, sadist boss is another.
Job doesn’t excite anyone. Most of us do what we hate for a job. Who would have thought I would end up being someone I never intended to be. Of all the jobs, I ended up being in a cubicle I swore I won’t be in. Men like me, who work for others never get to do anything on their own. My entire life will be ruled by someone or the other I will be working for and like always it will be too late for me to make my own choices. Unless, some miracle changes that.
Today is a special day. I don’t know why yet. But I can feel it in my bones. I think it is one of those days where the domino falls a certain way. The day that changes the entire course of events. It is like the day everyone gets to change something small and then big changes take the course. The day they look back to and say if it weren’t for that day. It is also the day you don’t tell anyone about. You don’t show your excitement or happiness; in fact you avoid making unnecessary contacts.
The office staff was as usual dull and working like machines. I quietly entered my cubicle and thought of shutting the door. But decided not to. I didn’t want any unwanted attention. Just before settling in my seat, I felt I saw something behind me, near the door. I kept looking there in the hope of catching a sight of the supernatural being. I can bet I saw white foam or rather a cloud of steam floating in the air. Extraordinary day. I mocked myself at my naïve thought that today would be that day.
As soon as I brushed off my fantasies of a miracle changing my life today, I saw the fog moving around me. It scared me a little and knocked off my socks with excitement. I was not wrong after all, I thought. The fog kept floating in front of me as if telling me it was waiting for me to make a wish. Before it could disappear, I whispered to it my desire to live an extraordinary life. Something changed my mind. A piercing, negative thought. How can a cloud have so much power to change my life? Am I that hopeless?
Shame overpowered all other feelings. I felt embarrassed of thinking it was some event that could change things for me. I was the domino that needed to fall so things could change. Why didn’t I see that? I need to quit my boring job and find an adventure for myself.