Two, 2 and five, 5. What does twenty-five or 25 reminds you of?

Whatever significance or inconsequentiality this number may be, it’s today’s date don’t you remember? The 25th of march, for me, reminded me of a hero Gianfranco Zola of my favourite football club Chelsea. He held this number for his jersey.

This week which contained this magic number, however seemed so listless. I felt lethargic. Even at the start of the working week, some people call this the monday blues. Then I was praying to God for a great day before I step foot into my office and in came all the surprises and blessings. Suddenly, everyone seems to treat me additionally good today. Firstly, my manager became exceptionally patient with me when she was revising with me on one of the topics of my work – she used to go into interrogation when I couldn’t answer her questions; my male colleague, who was usually irritable suddenly became friendly too.

Then I realized I didn’t have to be on call for tonight and tomorrow’s so I can really sleep in peace.

On top of all these, today’s payday. And it was my first full pay. I’m glad with two five.