#Double expresso series

Maladies of a middle class, middle income and middle aged guy can be so constrictive and catastrophic, that Ron even forgot his smile. Was it really good? Ron didn’t have any iota of confidence of that.

Ron scurried for putting the utmost apt data, tried to ensure there are no ifs or buts in the information and fired the print. “Why and how did I got stuck in this precariously painful situation? Oh God! can there be any miracle?” Ron tried to tinker his consciousness.įlip-second later, Ron looked at the timer on his laptop screen. All along with waistline inching further forcing to punch more holes in the leather belt. At times he heard to himself talking, “I have lost it”.īloody hell what a life! Constricted.

#Double expresso series

Did he really want to do that? Given that the experience of past few months, with a series of unceremonious events, Ron almost had the well-embedded feeling of getting lost. Ron had to make his special kick-off drink…a cup of overly made tea with full-fat milk and reasonable sugar.Ī drive on the highway, while listening to his favorite collection of hard rock, Ron made to office, almost two hours late. Eyelids started shutting and dreams began overwhelming probably by 1 am. Following those, two episodes of Designated Survivor, season 1. Marriage and one kid later a few family pictures got in to the permanent wall ensemble.Īlongside parathas with a heady mix of minced chicken along with chopped onions, tomatoes, a dash of coriander leaves, and bit of belittled garlic. Off course, then there were Madonna, Superman, Che Guevara, and several cheap inspirational posters that kept coming during various phases of life. Initially that was probably the only permanent fixture in his rooms at parents’ home, hostel, bachelors pad and the budget two-bedroom apartment Ron had purchased in his late 30s.

“Infinite karma leads to infinite metamorphosis”, the phrase that Ron’s dad in his naivety tried to infuse creative inspiration to his boy and had carved on a yellow copper plate that still adorned on Ron’s study room wall. Ron had a couple of large, on-the-rocks, of Glenfiddich. Ron was supposed to put up a sales pipeline deck for the new executive who had just took over the management reigns of his business unit. That thick black & white small ceramic cup and tiny saucer….instilled with two strong doses of espresso made Ron’s day, which literally started around 11 am. Without which he would waste the complete day feeling like a lousy lion. Ron had to tactfully manage both to ensure he had the right shot of his double espresso. The other one was outrageously garrulous. One hardly spoke and had a stony expression. The coffee shop downstairs had a couple of characters.