Pluck Those Chords

I rustle up the paper noisily.
I slam down the coffee mug.
I drop the entire folder on the floor.
I adjust my chair. Creating a racket as I drag it.
I open my bag. The Velcro action is loud.
I cough or try to cough. It sounds like a bad attempt.

And all these happen within moments of each other.

The colleague sitting opposite to me in the conference room looks at me askance. He looks curiously piqued too. His eyebrows are raised. I see congruent reactions on few more faces around the table.

But not the one sitting beside me. He looks amused. He says, “Time to take a break from your gut wrenching music. Go for a walk. And eat something”.

And I thought I was keeping it all under wraps.


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