As I was writing this post yesterday night as part of posting for Write Anything Wednesday, there was a power failure. Nothing I could have done. Laptop was of no help as there was no internet. No power, no wifi. So here I am. Delinquent, albeit unintentionally. Murphy’s law strikes again.
It is a habit of mine to make a silent prayer when leaving the house to go out for the day to work or travel. I am not exactly sure to whom I sent the prayer to but for sure it is to someone that I have not seen. More and more my prayer seems to end with a line praying for peace to one and all. It seems silly but that’s what I do.
As usual, I started the day with a silent prayer when I started for office. Nothing seemed to be going right from the beginning. Morning traffic is usually heavy to and cover the distance of seventeen miles to my office, usually takes about fifty five minutes. To-day I had an important meeting and so I kept an hour and half time in my hand giving me plenty of time in hand before the arrival of the customers in the office. As luck would have it, traffic was unusually heavy and when I was still about fifteen minutes drive from the office, I came to know that the customers had already arrived. I had to call someone to take care of the customers till I reach the office. I ultimately arrived in the office with one minute to spare before the scheduled start of the meeting. I made a joke that it was our policy to be just in time but internally I was extremely stressed. Normal fifty minutes drive ended up taking an hour and twenty nine minutes. I am not sure if it was the result of my prayer or the extra time that I kept for driving that saved my day. Then during the meting I got news that one of my customers’ product that we were building was having serious issues in assembly. I was stuck in the meeting with my customers for next six hours and could not do anything. By the time I was done with my meeting, all hell had broken loose. So jumped to another firefighting. and then time to go for dinner with the customers. Lady luck was smiling, but maliciously. Customers landed up in one restaurant and a few of us in another one of the same name a few miles away. Miscommunication at it’s best. To make a long story short, started our dinner half an hour late and the evening ended well.
As I was writing this piece, I was feeling better. Things could have gone horribly wrong but didn’t. There were hiccups here and there, but on overall things ended well. I was feeling good that my silent prayer must have helped somehow, And then suddenly the power went off. Must be signal from up above asking me to go to bed before I make a fool out of myself. So here I am , up in the morning of Thursday, delinquent for the fist time in thirty eight weeks in posting my piece for my thirty two weeks of journey with the letter “W”. No more thinking. Today’s starting word for my poem for week thirty eight of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W” is “Worship”, to whoever up or down there may have been hearing my silent prayers daily.