MURDER , SHE WROTE

I am in a particularly murderous mood this afternoon. It might have something to do with the fact that I have a pounding headache and my favorite brand of tea is missing from the cafeteria shelf. It could also have something to do with the fact that I had to eat a salad for lunch.

At such times, I find that committing a murder or at least planning one seems to have a soothing effect on my nerves. I have tried this once after I have landed in the US of A and I was rescued just in time by the ever gallant “D”. His timely intervention ensured that there were no police cars, fire engines or ambulances outside our door. It is still unclear whether he did this out of the goodness of his heart or merely out of a sense of self-preservation.

I decided to go ahead with my plan. I sneaked out of my cubicle and sauntered past coworkers with a beatific smile plastered on my face. I made it to the lunch room without anyone suspecting that something was amiss. A quick peek into the lunch room ensured that there were going to be no witnesses to the heinous act.

Midway through the murder, smoke began to emanate from the lunch room. This was accompanied by an acrid smell of burning. I had to leave quickly before I was found out. I rushed out, to the sight of people, all standing in their seats, signs of alarm writ large on their faces. I shamefacedly returned to my seat, wishing that I could be an invisible fly on the wall.

I had done it again!! I had managed to murder yet another bag of microwavable popcorn.