The sky is grumbling, and the clouds are threatening to release its contents upon earth, reducing us mere mortals to a big mess of traffic jam soon. The sun is still shining angrily upon the vast buildings of concrete around me, but soon it will be no more.
The time is 4:26 pm. The view from the 14th floor is clear, that the downpour is eminent. As my eyes are fixed upon the pile of crawling metallic beasts on wheels downstairs, I cannot help but think how irrelevant a human live is compared to nature’s wrath. How am I going to go back home on time? Hmmm …. change that thought. How am I going to go back at all? Such is the effect of rain in KL
Why do I have to be stuck in here? Why do they have to have their office in such a terrible place? What’s so good about having a workplace in the middle of the busiest place in Klang Valley? Glamour? Show off?
As I ponder the meaning of this daily commuting nightmare, the rolling thunder do no more to calm the brewing turmoil within me …..