A few days ago, I went on a trip with my office folks. We took off from work on Friday afternoon and came back the next day in the morning. There were 3 cars and 14 people. Our car was the first to reach and the first to leave at 7:30 am. Honestly, we would have liked to leave sooner.
It all started a few weeks ago, when one of the managers and his team got together to organize a picnic. Most of the team was excited. Some were coaxed into coming as they had cars. We were promised a good stay, buffet food option and a pool. The last one did not make sense as who would want to swim in the rains.
Long story short, it was raining non-stop, the hotel rooms were dirty, the bathrooms were quarantined by us, me and my friend went to bed without dinner and we both had a cold. That was the most awful trip ever. Period.
While on our way back, as four of us in the car contemplated how we just flushed good money down the drain, we couldn’t help, but find some happiness in the drive back home. It was still raining and we had an hour and a half’s worth of journey with us. And so, we just sat back and enjoyed it. We drove through the rural landscape, looking out at the farms and small shacks, buildings being built, people waiting to get to places and cows just enjoying the weather.
We had to change our course as there was water logging on a road, dodge a mighty traffic jam and take an alternative way back to town. We stopped to take pictures of the interesting surroundings, cracked jokes on each other, cribbed some more about the hotel and laughed as we managed to escape before anyone got up. It was hysterical.
When we reached town, all of us had hot breakfast. Food does taste better when you are hungry and in good company. And then, we parted ways on a very happy note.
Sometimes, that is all you need. Joy. We went in search of it when we left for that trip. We ended-up finding it on our way back home.
(Originally Published on The Zainab Experiment: https://bit.ly/2T2Q3mE)