FLYING MAN
It was lunch time in office and I was sitting with a friend. Lost in thoughts, unaware of my surroundings, the words came out of my mouth- “Rohan is a great guy” . My colleague, puzzled at this sudden mention of a guy from nowhere, asked me, “Who Rohan?” “He is a friend of mine. Rohan – The Flying Man” , I said with a faint smile on my face. I had moved to Pune six months ago, after getting a job offer from one of the largest automobile giants of India. After some initial hiccups of adjusting in a new town, eventually I fell in love with Pune. I had rented an apartment in “Viman Nagar” which was a relatively new locality. My life in Pune was very simple- 9 hours of work, 1 hour of cooking, 8 hours of sleep, 1 hour of travel to work and remaining 5 hours for other chores and recreation. The most refreshing part of the day was my evening jog on the well maintained jogging track in the housing complex. Meeting and greeting the daily routiners felt great. Nearly 3 months