A peak-summer, blistering hot morning of the plains. Rusted ceiling fans of the stone walled, nondescript government office whirled and made grudging, grinding sound. The flesh and bones behind the desks with their heads buried in discolored files went on with their rigmarole in characteristic lackadaisical way. The air smelled melancholic.
As he entered, he moved mechanically towards the table in the right corner.
Clearing his throat, he stood waiting for the head behind the table to rise and acknowledge his arrival.
“Masterji, again?”, bounced the question laced with irritation from across the table.
“You are a Science teacher, aren’t you?”
“Was. Now more than a year that I’ve retired”
“You still remember the laws of motion”
“I do. But what’s it…?”
“For something to move, force is needed. Something like that, some law of motion?”
“Yes but I’m not clear”
“Masterji, you have to give to get. Not other way round”, he air quoted leaning back on his chair. “Grease them to slide smoothly”, he said suggestively by scratching his palm.
Masterji shook his head woefully as his pursuit of getting his pension file cleared from the Education Department, again met with the dead end of the corruption.
Word Count: 200
Prompt Used: You have to give to get. Not other way round.