The Lift of LifeA Story by Manish BhattThe day had finally come to an end. 7 ‘o’ clock. I picked up my bag and made way for the lift. The
artificial lights in the lobby area obliviated the traffic outside. I scrunched
my eyes to see outside. Flickering orange lights moving to and fro. I pressed
the down button for the lift. The red circle with the downward arrow lit up.
And the medium sized rectangle at the top showed 16. I was on the 13th
floor. 16 <a long time passes> 15 <a long time
passes> 14 <a long time
passes> 13 The doors open and the lift is almost full. And there
is a weird congruence to the arrangement inside. The youngest and tallest at
the back. Slightly older and slightly shorter ahead of them. More slightly
older and more slightly shorter ahead of them. And the fourth row had even more
slightly older and even more slightly shorter ahead of them at the corners of
the what was the fourth row. I looked at them and then myself, I fitted
perfectly. I took my rightful place inside the lift. 12 The doors opened and 35-something on the phone looking
sideways turned around and started to get in before realizing that it was full.
An expletive and he stopped. Giggles from whoever was on the other end of that
call. His attention went back fully to his call and the doors closed. 11 The doors opened and a 40-something peered into the
completed filled lift with tired eyes. He sighed in a way that expressed his
disappointment and his acceptance of it together. His face contorted as if
dreading the wait again as the doors closed. 10 The doors opened and 45-something trying to manage his
three bags " laptop bag, lunch bag and a bag whose purpose I couldn’t discern.
He looked up at the completely filled lift and gave an all-knowing smile. I
think it was directed to the uneasiness being felt by the people inside the
lift out of a presumptive gift of making people wait. The doors closed. 9 The doors opened and 50-something with bowed shoulders
patiently looking towards the lift doors in a stoic manner continued to do so.
No change in expression. Just rhythmically blinking eyes. As he adjusted the
strap of his bag on his right shoulder, the doors closed. 8 The doors opened and 55-something with drooping
eyelids, possibly because of an overdrawn day, whispered something to herself.
She knew something instinctively and made way for the sofa. As she sat down,
the doors closed. 7 The doors opened and 60-something just looked at us.
The look devoid of anything. And shiver ran through all of us. We couldn’t wait
enough for the doors to close. But thankfully they did. Only parking levels remained. No more waiting for
anyone just getting down. Mercifully so. I think we all were drained of our
energy, whatever was left. We felt old. We felt terrible. © 2023 Manish Bhatt |
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