Yellow Umbrella — What happened when ‘Best Couple’ Fought!
They were sitting. Quietly at their eleventh floor office. One in white and another in light pink. Their workstation a perfect pedestal to savor rains without getting wet. From there they used to see people walk down the lane that lead to main gate, see people sipping tea sitting on bench under that shady almond tree. They enjoyed watching people from above. It made them feel like super-humans. They watched people walk away from their tower and come to it, in group of two, three, four and sometimes lonely souls. But today was unlike those days. Nobody was looking through glass walls. The eyes that watched people from eleventh floor were busy onto something else today. Fingers were pointed at one another, mouths opened wide and shut, the poor rack of files were getting punched and kicked from their restive place. A war was upon them. Every other occupant of eleventh floor was staring at the screen before them. The blue, white, yellow screens with black texts. But the...