Monsoon in the boardroom

At the moment

It was us

And the boardroom was quiet and quaint

Sober and somber

the quarterly results

well, what can one say?
And it thundered outside

it was the first rain of the season

as if seeking attention

from the people in best suits and manicured tongues

who speak their best, all the time

Suddenly, the chair got up (not the leather bound mahogany one)

and opened the blinds

the all glass room looked

as if it was surrounded by the beautiful shades of grey

dark, light, extra light, extra dark
the natural version of their suit colours
was adopted by the clouds

and the lightning roared as if there was no tomorrow
and it rained with gusto all over

and there was a murmur of more hot coffee and fritters

the lady who opened the blinds smiled at all

the rains had the upper hand over the quarterly results
so they all went out and got wholesomely wet
sometimes, all it takes is to be like a child

to live it up!

(C) Sandeep Kulshrestha

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