Musing 1

 It's 3:22 PM. I'm sitting in my chamber waiting for the time to pass. 

A salesman entered through the door. Although I could have simply disallowed him, I just couldn't. He demonstrated his product which I knew i would never buy. But I let him finish and then declined him with all the politeness I had. He left, a little disappointed. 

This chair feels nice on my back, the older one got replaced earlier today. I guess I'll just be happy about it for the rest of the day.

The SDM walked past my door, I think he saw me sitting inside. I'm glad I decided to return early after lunch. There's a huge pile of papers resting in front of me. Is calling official letters just paper disrespectful? I don't know.

I notice that the natural light in my cabin has tinge of yellow now. I think the sky has cleared , good weather to walk back home. 

I scrolled through my YouTube as there were no urgent matters to deal with. A short video suggested to describe your surroundings to improve your writing. I write fine.

The door curtains are swaying. Is it the fan or the wind? Whatever it is, it can help my oily face. Can it?

I am thinking of the walk I took to reach here. It was pleasant. I noticed a tree with yellow flowers by the side of the road. I wanted to click a picture, maybe write a few lines. Daffodils come to mind. But I keep walking.

It's 3:49 now. I'll be leaving after some time. I wonder what will my chamber look like after I'm gone. What do places look like when people leave? I'll never know. You neither.

Another man enters to sell something. What on earth is this place! This time I straight away tell him to leave. Progress is it?

I should be of some use and get back to my work before the day ends. 

Maybe I'll let my thoughts takeover on my walk back home. Maybe I'll click the picture. Maybe.