PLEASURE

                He got up from the bed early in the morning and thoughts of breakfast gushed in his mind as vapor of pressure cooker was escaping. Sun was just coming up. He pleasantly welcomed the early rays from the window. He got out of his bed. With all his energy, he stretched his arms up in the air, and there, in that sound of his muscles' stretching, he found his pleasure.

                He seemed to like the smell and taste of the new toothpaste. It was energizing his mood. He went for a jog. There were old people walking. Dogs barking at each other in a playful way. He gave a smile, though there was none to receive it. Sweat started to wet his shirt. His leg muscles started to strain. They were becoming harder. As he started pushups, it seemed as if his biceps and triceps were crying with sweat drops rolling by his hand. Now, there were none in his world. He was just feeling the pain only to tell himself that it was his pleasure.

               He came back home and finished his bath. He could feel each and every drop of hot water on his body. He was ready for the day with full energy. He could feel the air hitting his face as he headed towards his office in his bike. He greeted everyone with a smile in the office. He sighed out with relief as he fell into his chair. He just glanced at the entire office with beautiful paintings. He took a deep breath and sipped his cup of hot coffee. And in that deep breath, he found his pleasure.

              He was operating the system throughout even as his colleagues were moving about. He seemed to be occupied. His colleague reminded him of the lunch break. He signaled his colleague to proceed even as he continued to press the keys, staring at the computer screen. He finished his work and he got up from the chair. His office seemed to reflect positivity with vibrant colors and quotes all around. He smiled at nothing in particular and in that nothingness, he found his pleasure.

             He was done for the day at the office. As he headed back, he saw a mother begging for money carrying her child. He was feeling sorry that he couldn't help the lady get out of her poverty, even as he offered as much money as he could. The child was facing him giving a big broad smile. In that smile, he found his pleasure.