I forgot to carry extra money today.
Actually, i didn’t forget; i was sure i had sufficient money to get by.
I thought i’d buy myself some food since i’d woken up late and as a result, had skipped breakfast (and was very hungry). When i was getting off the auto that dropped me to work, i confidently took out three-fourths of the fare and then scrounged around in my bag for the last twenty rupees to pay the (patient, luckily) auto-driver.
I then paid the said twenty rupees in several coins from despicable corners of my bag and wallet. Whew.
I was rather sure that breakfasting was not in my
destiny budget today.
After getting to my desk, i started scrounging again – opening, closing and re-opening the zips of my bag.
Found only two rupees. Kept my bag away.
I considered getting something to eat anyway and telling the server at the pantry that i’d pay him the remaining amount tomorrow (he’s a kind man and we have a Mangalorean connection) but then thought it wouldn’t be fair.
After staring at my monitor and listening to my tummy growl, i picked up my bag (again), took out my wallet and started searching (arrgghhhgain!). A shiny new ten rupee coin was waiting between layers of paper (bills that i have no use for but are permanent residents of my wallet). Such joy!
And so, i walked up to the pantry and bought myself a packet of Parle-G biscuits and a mini-filter coffee. Anddddd with…wait for it….a rupee to spare.
Now i’m waiting for lunch time (in eight minutes) when i’ll proudly open my steel box of Mom-made mango-rice and the noisy packet of papad and eat (and share) a hearty lunch that will more than make up for that skipped breakfast.
Update: The aforementioned mango rice and papad that was devoured, relished and loved by my “lunch team” and me.