The bile began to rise up the throat. A sensation that he was too familiar with. His sane mind reminded him to have the pill but today, he was restless yet determined.
He was done shrouding – the mask he wore to feign normalcy, to put on a face of unconditional glee. He had to take it off.
Not because he sought sympathy. Because he felt the weight of the mask dawn heavily on his self-esteem and spirit of resilience. His stone-like-rigid confidence had begun to develop chinks, thanks to the mask.
Taking a deep breath, he resolved to take the matter in his own hands.
*Come in, Taransh. Take a seat. Have you submitted the CSR reports I had asked for?* retorted Pranav as he closed his cabin door, his prescience telling him that Taransh had perhaps something serious to say.
*Hi Sir. The report is just underway. I shall share it in an hour. But right now, I have something pressing to discuss, Sir* said Taransh, words spilling out of his mouth like a bag of coins albeit slow and measured.
*Yes Taransh. Tell me what it is*
*Sir, this may come across as very silly. But I wish to quit my job here.*
*Hey, what’s gotten into you boy, isn’t is just like a month before you complete 5 years with this company? You know about the impending promotion along your way. Tell me what’s the plan*
*There’s just no plan, Sir. It is a bit hurtful to share, but I am suffering from peak Anxiety and Depression for the past six months. The diagnosis suggests a respite from work for me to be able to bounce back to spirit* said Taransh, his voice bouncing off the glass cabin walls softly, yet dropping sombre.
*C’mon Taransh, there is nothing like Anxiety, you know! A disorder you say. Haha. Probably you are just overreacting. Such things are hyped by the Medical fraternity so that they can make money out of people’s fickle-mindedness. That’s it.*
Biting his lower lip hard in a bid to hold back the tears which had formed and begun to sting his eyes, he softly placed the resignation letter on the desk and deftly walked out the cabin.
Amidst sobs and sweaty palms, he called Roshni.
He knew his Guardian Angel would never give up on him.
( To Be Continued)