This story is from a while back. It was just another sticky day in the summer of 2014, to be precise. I used to work in an ad agency in those days. Long working hours, boring projects, horrible office politics and the general environment was eating away at me. The only good part about this office was the commute. And unlike many others I know, I enjoy the process of commuting.
My office was a good kilometre and a half away from the railway station, so I had to walk almost 20 minutes before I could board a train. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant stroll. It meant dodging a noisy, sweaty crowd in a perpetual rush and bearing with the ever-growing, ever-honking, impatient road traffic. Yet, it was better than being trapped in a stifling office space.
This incident happened at the end of a particularly washed out day at…
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