Since moving to Vadodara, I’ve been missing office life more than I expected.
Not just the work —
but the spotlight.
The training sessions.
The energy of team interactions.
The personality development programs.
The collaborations.
The monthly meetings filled with ideas and debates.
I miss the face-to-face conversations with colleagues.
The spontaneous brainstorming.
The learning that happens in hallways.
The feeling of walking into a room full of ambition.
When you shift cities, you don’t just change your address.
You quietly step away from a version of yourself.
In January, our office annual awards took place. For the past two years, I had done the voice-over for the event. This year too, I contributed — but remotely.
Sitting miles away, recording from home, sending files back and forth.
It felt strange.
I missed being on the stage.
I missed the lights.
I missed the applause.
I missed the possibility of either giving an award… or receiving one.
I told myself it was okay. This is a different season of life.
But today, something small changed that feeling.
I received a parcel from my office.
The HR team had sent the annual gift all the way to Vadodara — along with an Amazon gift voucher for my participation in the voice-over.
It may look like a simple courier package to someone else.
But to me, it felt like acknowledgment.
It felt like being remembered.
It felt like being valued — even from a distance.
It felt like I still belong.
Sometimes, it’s not about being physically present on stage.
Sometimes, it’s about knowing that your voice still reaches the room.
And today, that parcel felt like my standing ovation.


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