Patience
It was nine-forty in the morning. He was already late to office by ten minutes. Rushing through his cabin, he threw his bag next to the computer, took his seat, wore his glasses, closed his eyes for a silent prayer and then pressed the power button to boot his machine. Instantly, he pulled his chair back and rose from his seat. He was heading towards the pantry. There was already a long queue near the vending machine. It was getting late, but he knew he couldn't help. Nine-forty five. His turn came. Unfortunatly, the vending machine ran out of milk. They had to call someone to do the needful. Another five minutes. Nine-fifty. He finally managed to get a cupful of coffee. With that, he went to the corner near a window and started sipping the liquid ambrosia, looking at the traffic outside. After sometime, Phrrrt-phrrrt, pssst-pssst. Yeah, he was just sucking the air now. The coffee got over five minutes ago. He looked at his watch. Ten 'o clock. It had been twenty minutes since he was away from his seat. He pursed his lips, smiled to himself and started walking back towards his cabin. He was waiting for this time. He knew it would take this long. Pulling his chair back, he gently sat down and stared at the monitor. Gradually, the screen shifted from a black background to a light blue. At last, he could read the words, 'Microsoft Windows 98'.
Did god answer his silent prayer ?
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