I'm rejoining work somewhere after a long gap. They welcome me warmly and seat me at a new place. People come up and speak to me about my break. HR comes by and very nicely asks if they should put me in "special abilities?" I don't understand at first, then someone points out that they mean ASD individual, and I go oh yes. At that moment I feel a rush of nervous excitement as that's my official declaration to the world about my condition, even though they somehow already know.
I walk up some roads and go to a fancy pan tapri, a small roadside shop with AC. A few young men are standing there and smoking. I ask for a cigarette pack and the lady across the counter hands me one, I don't care which one it is. But I notice that one cigarette has brown powder in it, which on closer inspection turns out to be Bournvita. I figure she's running a scam emptying out cigarettes and filling them up with Bournvita and I ask for a replacement. Grudgingly she agrees, and hands me another one, which also is clumsily filled with Bournvita. I want to tell her off, but the men seem threatening and probably know her well, so I walk off, irritated about how entitled people will keep getting away with the shit they do.
I'm transported to the back road of school (which led to the Vijaypath Singhania hospital) and I'm thinking to myself ohh this is where that road that I see from my classroom leads to.
I have a flight to catch so I head home. There's an emotional moment there as I'm saying bye to my grandma and mom. I pick up my luggage and go to the airport. I'm clutching a memory card in my hand for some reason. The airport's very crowded, and just as I'm about to head to my terminal I spot another memory card on the floor. It's a 16GB card. For a moment I think about nicking it, but just as I pick it up its owner comes looking for it and I hand it over.
I turn around and go away.
No comments:
Post a Comment