Ode to kindness

I sit sniffling away to glory at my desk surreptitiously discarding soggy tissues in the trash can under my desk. I wipe my desk every once in a while feeling almost guilty for having come to work. Staring long and hard at an issue I should have fixed hours back, I realize I need a break. I lift my head and see my colleague and friend leave his desk. So much so for a break I mutter and figure I might as well get lunch out of the way.

Laboring through a huge box of aviyal, I pause every now and then to try to breathe through my nose. It seems an uphill effort. I put my box away and focus again on the task at hand when I hear a chair being pulled up behind me. A white bag appears and the kindly frame of my colleague behind it. Wordlessly he pulls out a bright lemon, a bright orange cup of steaming hot water, a smaller cup of honey, a knife to slice the lemon, a spoon to stir my hot water with lemon and honey and a bunch of paper napkins.

I find my eyes tearing up. Sipping on the delicious warm medicinal cocktail, I mull over what kindness means. Today it looks very much like my friend beside me.

How does yours look like today?

Laksh

Author. Parent.

10 thoughts on “Ode to kindness

  1. many a times, acts of kindness come in most unexpected times from un expected places..fell better enKay

    yes my day was good too. on the way back it was snowing (blasting ) bad and roads were slippery. I noticed that the drivers were courteous to each other.

  2. Nice.
    Mine is spent staring at the monitor too, trying to meet a deadline ! No sniffing for me, but the neck is all bunched up. Oh, if only I had a colleague who would spray some muscle relaxant on the offending part !

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