'Miss Geet Handa'
'Geet Handa'
'GEET'
'Huh' she jumped feeling a tap to her shoulder
'Sorry' Amy direly said before going back to her work as Geet looked left and right feeling rather confused. Everyone seemed to be looking at her in sympathy or relief, either which she couldn't comprehend.
'Amy what's up?' Geet asked minimising her musings on the computer screen
'You've been sacked' Amy replied matter-of-factly still looking at her work while Geet gaped at her with an open mouth. Shock being paramount.
'Can you all follow me for your termination letters? Payslips are also ready for collection' the same team leader shouted, who previously threw his guts calling out for her attention. One by one all the newly unemployed people including Geet followed in a downbeat manner.
An hour later, Geet found herself at the front of her office building with her belonging neatly placed in box. Six months, six long excruciating months was spent buying from Sunday markets or stealing little interesting objects from home wanting to making her desk look nice and now like a punished thief, she was given honorary sentenced of returning her sister's black lucky stone which frankly speaking wasn't so lucky after all, she thought glaring at the lifeless object. Then there was her brother's Steven Gerard A5 poster, her very own first crush. The very man who was thought to be the lucky mascot for Liverpool, she had brought him here wishing for his luck to rub off on her. But just on cue, a drop splashed onto his twinkling brown eyes, drowning her hope much like the ranking of his former club in the Premiership. She looked at the greying sky as the warm drops increased in rhythm bouncing off her fragile body. Looks like luck was something that could be washed off.
'Freaking skellies' she muttered in anger as the rain caught a furious speed, forcing her in a thwarting run to the bus stop. Once at the stop, she looked at the jingle bells deemed as a wishing wind chime' by the seller at the cheapo Sunday market. To hell it was' she mused throwing dirties at the incessant object as an errant of torrential road rain hit her bottom half, making her yelp in shock.
Big fat tears threatened to fall, wanting to crash down much like Niagara Falls as she watched the after effects in horror. Her favourite brown linen pants seemed have discoloured into something akin to grime. 'Effing freak show' she muttered aimlessly throwing the box to her side while rushing through her bag for tissue with an urgent need for damage control.
'Just my bloody luck' Geet screamed as another bus flew by without waiting, even after she waved it down like a million times.
'Chill they'll be more buses, no need for the monkey dance' she heard someone call out from behind her, freezing her stomping session.
'I haven't seen anyone as hyper as you for a bus in my WHOLE lifetime' he joked leaning against the glassed wall of the bus stop with a raised brow, an smirk playing on those rude lips. She watched him stretch from the corner of her eyes with embarrassment. There was a certain glint in his eyes that made it worse, she could just imagine the sight she made jumping like a crazy angry buffoon.
It had been a whole hour yet there was no sign of a bus, while the guy at the corner seemed to not care. 'Well why would he, since he's only just come' she mocked looking up to the sky which grew in colour, setting off a beautiful rainbow.
'They saw there's a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow' she heard his deep voice coming closer taking the seat beside her with a bleak grin, almost invisible but she could see the humour qoutes.
'And you believe in that mumble jumble' she accused, after everything today the last thing she needed was this
'YOU DON'T' he cried with wide eyes, just as the bus came to a stand-still in front of them. As if by luck.
'See pot of gold, lucky you' the stranger whispered against her ear as he paid her bus fair and all she did was stare back in bewilderment while he smirked looking deviously handsome in that Parker coat. Geet then watched him take a seat at the end of the bus forcing her to seat at the front seeing him raising a brow at her, yet again. As soon as she sat down on the cold leathered seat, all she felt was the wetness seep through from the trousers to her skin, 'a long hot shower' she hummed promising herself to donate her share of the ticket money, not wanting to deem herself as a charity case. But for that she needed to find her purse which unlucky for her disappeared like dirt in water but somehow she did fall lucky as he, whomever he may be paid to get her home or else she was screwed like a lightbulb to its socket.
'Is this yours?' he asked again with a light smile freezing her steps which was heading for the door
'Ewww no' she winced seeing the green ugly man cap while he simply threw it to an empty seat
'Well you might as well take it, greens a lucky colour' he advised pushing pass and existing through the door while she looked between the cap and the stranger on the pavement who left her baffled. For a second she even thought of taking it and then rationality kicked in, what on earth would she do with an outlandish horrible looking cap? Hide it in the bin!
'What an idiot?' Geet scoffed to herself while walking as the bus zoomed by, 'all because of that idiot' she blamed feeling slightly angry on herself for even thinking of taking the cap and then missing her stop and now she needed to walk an extra 10 minutes carrying that stupid unlucky box in her wet sticking clothes making it all the more painful. With every step the sound of swish' followed, assembling all the embarrassing hormones on her blushed face.
'It just not my day' she groaned losing her colour, as she watched her father park outside on their driveway. Now she needed to tell everyone on how she was fired, especially her father who for some reason knew she was incapable of such a high position.
'Geet this data analysis thing isn't meant for you, get a stupid cashier job' he had suggested a long time ago and now she was where he prophesied; jobless and wet plus highly unlucky. Just with that thought another wave of emotion hit her as she watched her baby sister run to her like she always does for a treat but unlike every other day, she had none because she was fired, soaked, late and immensely sad.
'Didi look what I have?' she called pulling Geet's soft hand
'It's a clover, Maan bhaiya gave it especially for you. He says it brings luck' she informed running away as soon as Geet held the little leave in her hand wondering who this Maan bhaiya was and just on cue she turned around feeling someone's intense stare, raising the hair at the back of her neck.
And there he was waving a clover with a serene smile.
'Maan' she whispered finally breaking into a smile as she subconsciously caressed the clover before placing it in the lucky box.
Maybe that's all the luck she needs!
Luck may not be infectious but it's magical, with sprinkling pink pixy dust and shining bright happy eyes.
Luck affects almost everything, when you least expect it; there will be just that a Little bit of Luck pushing you ahead.
Luck; might be a fantasy but make it your reality.
Note: Liverpool (my team) are doing much better this year (Scouse honour lol) but the last few seasons they were a muck, and Gerrard is forever gold in my eyes, so please don't rip him or me to shreds lol. Jokes aside, I hope you like this. Just a stupid spontaneous OS, but I do believe in luck and hardwork, more so on hardwork lol
Thank you for reading and May peace restore in this crazy world
Hoping for all of you's to fall LUCKY in whatever you do!
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