Just another desk job

As I sit at my desk on my own, listening to the random jargons being thrown around, I look out of the glass window right in front of me.. a beautiful, warm sunset.. It's evening already.. Birds flying back home.. A light fog that has settled in the air since the onset of winter, making it possible to see just a vague outline of buildings in the distance.. This winter has been really cold by usual Mumbai standards.. 

As I continue looking out of the window, I can see the mountains which form the landscape behind the building.. Mountains which were once lush green during the rains, but now, showing their bald side like a man in his late thirties.. It will go completely bald come summer before it starts going green again in the monsoons...

I can see the Thane creek in the distance.. And a train.. the Mumbai local, taking people like me and many others back home.. Most of them, who hate travelling in the train and dream of driving their own cars back home someday..

Mumbai has seen its share of dreamers.. And it will continue to do so.. Everyone caught up in the rat race where the winner, usually ends up to be a rat..

I continue staring out the window, its getting darker as I write this.. More birds on the cloudless sky like a painter applying finishing touches to his masterpiece.. I can see a partial but vivid reflection of the office lights across the sky like bulbs floating in the air.. 

I keep peeping out, now and again, to watch people working, talking, laughing.. all in the reflection..

And I see myself.. Peeping back at me.. wondering, If I am the part of this masterpiece which is at work or the part of the rat race to reach my dreams..