She stared at her desk, there were a huge pile of documents, all meant to be read. The black letters seemed to project onto her - version..10.11, "Idiots guide to.." . She pushed the pile away and looked into her mailbox, another huge array of emails had sleathly slided into it. Dark letters, against the lighter ones which suggested that she needs to open them, so that these will also fade like the other emails .. fade into the past. How she wished that every event of her life would quickly become a part of the past, she seemed to hate the present and you need not worry about the past they say.

Her phone vibrated, a dark red light glowed brighter, insisting she picks it up. She turned away. Her computer was now bazing green on a white background. The simulations were revolting against her and generating errors after errors.

she clasped the keyboard , just like the moss to the rocks when the sea crashes onto them: determined to tear them away from the known into the unknown.

But the screen flashed, she bent her head down and the mobile rang. Life could not leave her alone!. She picked it up and heard a familiar drone, "sigh I cannot live longer , why does life suck so much? , her friend was ranting again . But she kept promises and she had to keep this promise of friendship too.She whispered "Am in office now, I understand just hold on , Ill cal you once am back home", she seemed to be telling herself. "hold on" life was lashing out at her.

The skies outside her cubicle seemed to have turned a dark and intimidating, a storm , but the one raging within her was far worse. No rain could wash away these traces .

She picked up her coffe cup, dark coffee again. it gave her a false impression of elevation. But she knew after the tad of bitterness, she would feel her energy drained again. The screen warned , agitated and war-cries were thrown at her. She stared into oblivion.

She could hear people in nearby cubicles , talking in monotones "Yes I shall send the stuff you need before the deadline.. no ! I am human I need some time!","Listen we have other issues on our hands too!" . She heard them rattling on to the devices, she wondered how those phones dint wear away with all the tension they bore on the ends ?.

Her eyes fell on the photo frame on the desk, she wiped the grime near it and looked into the faces smiling brightly back at her. They seem to want to come out of that frame, burst forth and drag her away from this melodramatic world of hers. They seemed to say " see how happy we are just looking at you, wont u come home?" , Husband with son and daughter, guess she missed the photo shoot .Maybe some important meeting or deadline. She wiped harder at the frame, she felt so tired . Walking over to the glass windows she could see the entire new york city buzzling in front of her, it looked like a ant colony. Millions of them buzzling to and fro , not thinking for once as to how much food they were collectinfg, did they need so much of it? who were they doing all this for? . Was there a queen ant at all? Did they know that one day all of a sudden someone may crush them and snatch them away forever?. Strange how much ants resembled the humans she was looking at.

And she looked at her wiry frame against the glass. She seemed to have put on a bit of weight after her pregnancy. And the hard work had hardened her palms and brows were lined. Hair frizzled, she mused ...
Suddenly
The door of the office clicked , she turned shocked at the sudden arrival. A tall , brunette woman in her 30's . smartly dressed a branded handbag slung across her shoulder, walked in. Her heels clicking against the marble floor and she glided into the now empty seat.

She stared back at her "Lisa ! arent u done with the cleaning yet? i thought u would be done by the time I finished lunch.Dear me ! off now I need to get some work done!"

Lisa flustered picked up the mop and bucket , threw the cloth over her shoulder and beamed back "Sorry missy clare , it takes time to do up ur huge office! have a nice day! " . Lisa nodded , staring at her screen.. and mumbled "Is your husband still abusing you? the drunkard ! ..." .. lisa retorted "Oh am just fine .. Life's great as we are and where we are". Lisa gave her a surprised look and bent back to her computer.....