Gossip

He heard the phone ring
Saw the name on the display
A smile adorned his lips
He picked the call and said "Ennada!"
"Dei! Let's go for a tea!" said a voice
And he thought "let's go sip gossip sip by sip"

He went down the stairs and walked to the stall
At the entrance, he waited for his friend 
Who arrived on his bullet
They waved at each other 
As they entered the stall, he asked for two teas
They settled down to sip gossip sip by sip

As he sat down, he saw four flies
Having a conference on the black top of the table
He swatted away the flies but, in the process, blew away
The thick layer of dust that had settled on the table
He looked towards the master, impatiently
For he was eager to sip gossip sip by sip

A boy brought the glasses filled with the tea
And banged them on top of the table
The light brown liquid inside the glasses swirled
And tried unsuccessfully to get out their glassy prisons
They let the desperate liquid to settle down
Before picking up the glasses to sip gossip sip by sip

They sipped the tea from their respective glasses
And let the liquid flow down their oesophagus
The taste of the ginger laden sweet tea
Lingered in their tongues for eternity
"Creamy Hot Is the Tea, Romba Amazing!"
Said one of them as they continued to sip gossip sip by sip

The friend started off, by talking about his boss
Who wanted him to work, day and night
When he reminded the boss about work life balance
He laughed for long and responded
"Work-life imbalance leads to a good life"
They tch-tch-ed gravely as they sipped gossip sip by sip

Like his friend, he too had a gripe about his boss
"He likes to take all the credit for other's work
And throws a 'the boss is happy with your work' at us
Like the leftover bones thrown 
By someone to his or her dogs"
They saw the graveness of the world as the sips of gossip were sipped sip by sip

In this manner, flowed their talks
Discussing about their workplaces 
At times, they strayed towards old memories
When they struggled together
At their beloved workplace
The sips of gossip continued sip by sip

A thought struck him, out of the blue
"Is it possible that people in our team too
Think and talk about us, thus?"
The friend nodded his head and said gravely
"They do. I know. I have heard."
The sips of gossip turned bitter as one sip led to another

"I have been harsh on my teammates too
For the pressure of the project is such
That they are unable differentiate 
A Sunday from Wednesday"
The cup of tea no longer tasted sweet
For the sips of gossip turned bitter, sip by sip

Gossips are sips of events
Taking place in all our lives
It is not discussed with all
For only our friends can understand
How we feel about it
So go ahead and sip gossip sip by sip with your friends