Chapter 8
I looked at the time… “8.30am.. hmmm time to go to work” I said.. I got up from the bench .. the highway had started buzzing with traffic now.. I took a taxi to work… the day seemed slow.. people having conversations with me.. but I dint seem to hear anything.. people asked me questions.. and all I remember saying “yah.. or sure.. or will do..” the day seemed to lost its meaning today.. I dint know why I felt this way… was it just that she left.. or was it something deeper?