The Delhi Chapter : Page 45

I stepped out.

The day smelt good.

I’d maybe even call it beautiful (if only it wasn't for the topsy-turvy start).

I knew I had landed myself into a pickle.

And had no idea what I was going to tell Bodhi.

The man was not one to let slacking pass.

And every excuse that came to mind, seemed like a bloody bad save.

****

Anyhow.

By the time I reached office, the man was already in.
Of course.

I was expecting to be admonished and yelled at in front of the whole office, for showing up late on an important day.

[ Actually had a good mind of sprinting in like Usain Bolt, and slinking into my dark corner before he could lay his eyes on me. ]

But Bodhi already seemed to know I was a wreck that morning.

Asked me to first stop apologizing, ‘calm the fuck down’, take a deep breath, and then take a walk with him, down to the canteen for some lemon tea. And some fresh air. [ In that order. ]

[ I never really fancied lemon tea. But when your boss offers to make you some (especially on a day when decide to oversleep and show up late) you don’t exactly have the gall to say no. ]

He chit-chatted with me about my backstory.

Spilled out some of his own, on the table.

Guessed I’d hardly had any breakfast.

And then bought me a chicken and cheese sandwich.

Basically, did all a perfect senior would do, on an important day for a young starter.

To calm her down.

To open her up.

To start a bond.

To smile her up.

*****

Honestly, I still have no idea why he’d done that instead of scolding me.

But well, that’s Bodhi for you.

[ His mind to me, always seemed like a metaphysical riddle.

Something I just couldn’t crack.

Like a song within a song within a song.

A thing unpredictable, from the start. ]