Saturday, 20 February 2016

What happened in the elevator

I get out, a friend gets in. He is in chock of joy. Leans against the wall, looks upto the ceiling where the paradise is spotted and giggles. He waves vaguely with the letter I wrote him, which caused this state of euphoria: it contains a treasure map, with our own inside joke references, including scooter racing as a common way of transportation.

Before the door slides closed behind him and he is still in sight, I tell a colleague that is passing by:

"You see that man over there? It is me who made him that happy."

Letters is one of the vedimated keys to happiness.

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