Ride back home.......
It is every day on a daily basis, has become a routine. Every night the clock strikes half past eleven and every day another day at office draws to a close. The very monotony some times bogs me down. Yet with not much tension of work and with a happy feeling of heading home I welcome this hour. One gets to know the destined hour, the hour that marks the end of the official day. One can get to see people just switching off their PC's and wrapping up their work. The drawers at their desks are stacked with the day's work and then locked, the cupboards and flipped open and then shut as if some unknown order has been made and it has to be followed. Some tidy up their workstations (for the person coming in the morning, as we share the same workstation), some just shut down their PC's, carry their belongings, say the customary "good night" and push off. At this point, if one stands near the exit gate it seems as if, some factory has sounded the gong for ending the day an