It weren’t the evenings that delighted her the most but the mornings. She was a morning person. Her favorite thing being a morning cup of coffee, a toast with cheese spread in a large amount than usual because she loved cheese and a morning news paper. No, she was not interested in the current affairs but the columns she read dearly and then she was seen drowned in books or writing reviews in her office.
She had her own office which was decorated well with antique bookshelf on the right wall which was bought from an auction and entirely her choice, a desk which was larger than any other desks in the cabins around that building and a chair with a cushion at the back to make her comfortable when she was working late. Her office had a marvelous view with tall buildings signifying the rapid modernization of the country after being nominated for the host of worldcup in the following two years! She often liked to look through the big glass window, something about the tall buildings and rapidly rushing cars on the road which had always delighted her.
She was the chief editor and was proud of it. So, it was the morning when she’d come to office earlier than the rest and there was still an hour till other people started arriving at the office, so she stood by the window again with starbuck cinnamon latte in her hand. Sipping the latte she drifted to her struggle. How satisfying it was to be standing where she stood now, the feeling that made her feel proud of herself and her choices after all!
To be Continued.