View from the loo

My office is located in one of those decaying mills, which have been turned into huge commercial complexes. However hard they might try to obliterate the face of this decadent, once-flourishing textile mills, somewhere remains a bit of it that speak about the life it lived, once upon a time.

The place where I work is located amidst a cluster of such defunct mills. Walking up to it is no pleasant sight for the eyes. The place itself is nothing to brag about, at least not for its look and feel. Just another media house, amidst a huddle of other media houses and commercial buildings. But the backside of the building, to which you have no access (or so my non-investigative mind believes), is a pond. A mossy green pond. To one side of it is our building and the rest of it is surrounded by trees….big and small…creepers….big long winding and definitely spooky looking. In the middle of the day, it stirs a feeling of eeriness that only being lost in the woods, looking for THE Blair witch is capable of. This, in the heart of a bustling city.

Beyond the pond and the trees and creepers, you can see the dilapidated structures of the redundant mills…the parts which the architecture of the commercial complex decided to keep alive. Or dead.

Now and then you can spot a bat or two flying aimlessly away from their herd, closely huddled together on the trees around. Now and then a crow or a pigeon would go skinny dipping. Very normal, considering they have not much of an option but go Skinny dipping. Unless of course they are the pets of the Barbie’s in flesh and blood. Then, clearly the birds will have their own wardrobe too.

I am not sure if it is the marble like greenery of the pond or the dry, dark green of the creepers or even better, the Gothic castle like effect that the archaic bits of the mills create, but it sure makes my heart beat faster, and eyes just get hooked on to the sight.

Colleagues think I have bladder issues.