# the tissue ball we know...

“Alright...just wait for me...I will be there in no time”
“Ok...”

I turn the doorknob and enter the small practically-invisible-from-outside cabin.
Why the hell is the entrance to this room so concealed! It could easily get a space in the next Harry Potter flick.

Choosing from a number of chairs strewn around, I park my ass comfortably and then begin the endless wait.

Clicking of the clip of pen
The biscuit-thick Motorola phone dancing between my fingers
Taking out some face tissues from the box on the table and go paper balls in the bin!

You ask me how to kill time, and I will give you a 1000 ways in the form of valuable insights and suggestions on the whole process, and the “part where I advise” will top the list. The paper ball thing doesn’t fall much behind.

Finally I get over my sense of uselessness and start arranging the crapload of papers I had to help myself through the presentation; when the door opens, she peeks in and says “Ravi, you’ll have to excuse me. I have an important meeting right now.”
And out she goes.

I had been waiting to have this meeting for four days now. Alright, a couple of days more would not hurt.

And I pick up the tissue-box back again.