Nothing exciting never happens When you are travelling On an elevator of a mid rise building
It is not as entertaining as railways Nor as luminous as airways No point of sailing Suspended in the air with metal wires
Confined in a small space Hell for claustrophobic
When found empty heaven for the introvert me
But still it is thrilling
You meet people
you don't know
Join in the conversation share great news
Kids chirping in the morning Keys jingling
One floor you may see a stranger The next a friend
With every floor the conversation changes And so does the mood It is an exciting journey The mundane elevator ride
A mother of two, Preeti Bhandari is a colloquial writer. She believes in simple living which reflects in her writings. As the Editor of Narisakti, she intends to use her vast experience to propel this platform to a cult status among entrepreneurial networks. When not writing she is quilling, both with paper and thoughts.