The power of ….

Sweat beads glistened on his forehead. His eyes, knitted in concentration, were staring at the wall. Though he was staring at a blank wall, a zillion thoughts ran through his mind. He was a busy man, he had a call to attend, an appointment to keep up, a flight to catch…Yet, he was immobilized by what had happened. His world was shattered. And all he could do was wait…wait an endless wait…wait until 10. Yes, he would wait until 10; something had to happen by then.

His eyes slowly moved to the clock on the wall. It was close to 10. The hands on the clock moved in rapid succession, yet time seemed to have come to a virtual stand still.

He shifted uncomfortably on his chair. The cushions had become moist and he was covered in sweat. He looked at the clock once again, this time the hands were nearing 10. The mystic number 10. The number that saved him from all the trials and tribulations. 10, the time he would be freed from the ordeal he faced everyday.

He waited…another ten seconds…five…three…one...and…

In a gust of activity, the fans started rotating, lights flickered on, and the computer started beeping. Yes! He had survived yet another day…His daily dose of power cut was over...