Archive for December, 2015

December 13th 2015

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2015

“This is my 17th week,” he confides to the steering wheel, as he taps a button on a smart phone hanging from the dashboard.

His kindly features betray a wish to be home at this late hour, rather than ferry a Middle Eastern looking chap across the Thames.

“I try to get home in time for dinner with the kids, but I can’t do it all the time,” now talking to the windshield covered with small droplets, almost trying to convince them.

“If I make XYZ in fares by 11AM, then the day will be good; ‘I’ll be home for dinner, tonight!’” He smiles to himself at the goals he sets himself to get through the day.

“When I return, my little son won’t let me even take my jacket off; ‘father, how do I get my playstation to do this?’, and I start laughing as if I have never laughed before.”

The lights turned green.

“My wife asks, ‘what are you laughing about?’, and I tell her, ‘it’s this boy; how quickly he’s grown.’”

When the car comes to a halt, and the man taps the phone again, the passenger feels sad; he can’t continue to listen to the genteel soul in the front.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

December 6th 2015

Sunday, December 6th, 2015
Despite an abundance of space in the meeting rooms, the canteen, the corridors, the most private place he could find in his lunch hour was on a street corner.
Office workers went past towards the nearby supermarket, as he hooked his hands-free mic to the mobile.
“Would the camera interact fully with the lens, if we use an adapter?” he found his hand drawing a line between a phantom camera and glass.
“Not sure if I need a shoulder harness; I feel it cumbersome,” he declared, as men and women in formal attire walked past, carrying in their arms, and against their chests, ready-made meals and sandwiches.
“The new plastic bag charge seems to be working,” he thought to himself.
“Yes, please; let’s pencil in those dates.”
He was buoyed with feelings of excitement and anxiety as he pressed the lift button to his floor.
“With the rent and insurance covered, how much more do I need for transport and catering?” he typed into his notebook.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
Despite an abundance of space in the meeting rooms, the canteen, the corridors, the most private place he could find in his lunch hour was on a street corner.
Office workers went past towards the nearby supermarket, as he hooked his hands-free mic to the mobile.
“Would the camera interact fully with the lens, if we use an adapter?” he found his hand drawing a line between a phantom camera and glass.
“Not sure if I need a shoulder harness; I feel it cumbersome,” he declared, as men and women in formal attire walked past, carrying in their arms, and against their chests, ready-made meals and sandwiches.
“The new plastic bag charge seems to be working,” he thought to himself.
“Yes, please; let’s pencil in those dates.”
He was buoyed with feelings of excitement and anxiety as he pressed the lift button to his floor.
“With the rent and insurance covered, how much more do I need for transport and catering?” he typed into his notebook.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

November 29th 2015

Sunday, December 6th, 2015
November 29th 2015
“The next station is xyz,” the automated PA said in monotones.
The middle-aged lady picked her reusable supermarket plastic bag and moved uncertainly towards the door.
After inspecting the line map over the window frame, she appeared less hesitant.
As the train began to pull into the station, her uncertainty returned.
“Sorry, which is the way out?” she asked the young woman carrying a toddler with a pink hat.
“Over there,” she pointed to the door.
The lady smiled, and waved to the child, as she stepped off the train.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
“The next station is xyz,” the automated PA said in monotones.
The middle-aged lady picked her reusable supermarket plastic bag and moved uncertainly towards the door.
After inspecting the line map over the window frame, she appeared less hesitant.
As the train began to pull into the station, her uncertainty returned.
“Sorry, which is the way out?” she asked the young woman carrying a toddler with a pink hat.
“Over there,” she pointed to the door.
The lady smiled, and waved to the child, as she stepped off the train.
Peace and love,
Ja’far