Today was perfect. I woke up before the alarm. I made very tasty food. My son woke up to just one wake-up call. I knew exactly what I was going to wear (Girls!! You get me!!). My skin was glowing. My tea was perfect. Husband listened all my instructions (Hehe! It was a like a dream). I got ready right on time to go to work. I slid inside the cab (with so much style). My hair was flowing in all the right directions. The AC in the cab was perfect.
When I walked to office, there was a jump in my walk. When I went near an elevator, it just opened (yup!! This actually happened). The security person said, “Good morning Madam.” I was in form! I went to fill water in my bottle and there was no line of people with a similar goal. I turned the tap, filled water. I turned with such panache with my heel totally co-operating with the turn. I flipped my hair like there was an audience, and I slipped and fell. Yup! It was excruciatingly embarrassing. Especially when you’ve been made believe by god him/her self that you are blessed. It was painful, but I was smiling. You know you’d think that people would run to help you? No! They did not. Many asked if I was OK from a safe distance from me, but no one approached me (honestly! I would have done the same thing). They probably did not want to be part of the embarrassment.
I walked sporting with a ridiculously smiling face, for a person who fell, to my cubicle. In hindsight, I think I just should have showed some pain in my face. Why the hell was I trying to hide it?