The shoulders were drooping, the posture was stooping and the dogs were….never mind, as I walked by the river on my way to office. I admired the shining and glistening sunlight reflecting off of my shoulder, but the truth was that even if a small drop of rain precipitated on my shoulder, it was enough to throw me to the holy ground as I was already past my yielding limit.
I wanted to sit, but I could not, for if I did, I may never get up, unless dug up! The weight was unbearable, and had it been anyone else with strength, a little lesser than mine, waiting with the weight could have wetted them! I was waiting. Waiting for God to lift my limp body, high up into the air, not exactly to pay a visit to heaven, but more so, to relieve me of by bag.
But, suddenly there was movement. I sensed my shoulders rise. And it continued to rise. It rose higher and higher and still higher, unlike my salary. But, then I discovered a hole. A deep one. My bag had fallen off my shoulders and had perforated the Earth!
Next day I read in headlines, that a bag had suddenly risen up from the ground, destroying a skyscraper in the process, at a place geographically opposite to where the bag had fallen off yesterday!