Hero
It was around 6:30 AM when Anirban rose from the chair. “ Should I call in sick today?” He thought as he lit the last cigarette from his pack. The panic stricken animated figures were still running helter skelter on his computer screen. He chuckled looking at them and picked up his phone to message his boss. “Anirban, bahut chhutti ho raha hai aaj kal. Better watch out.” the bald jerk had said to him just 2 days back. “How come you are always sick on the days we have to meet clients?” “because I hate seeing their smug faces” Anirban said out loud to his phone as he sent the message. Stretching up his back, he went to the mirror to wash his weary eyes. He saw his own face. The already worn out face was looking even more grim in the dirty mirror. Unkempt beard, messy hair, sunken eyes. “You look like a fucking beggar” someone in his head said. But the spark was still there. Deep in the eyes. When he focussed hard, he could recognize it. The same charm that he had in college days.
