In my school days and college days

One of the most important things that helped me in staying sane

Was the Xerox machine.

Even after my academic sessions were over

And I thought I would never turn to the machine again

I needed it in every hour

Whenever I had some notes for Xerox.

During my school and college days,

Standing in the queue in front of the Xerox center,

Seemed the most boring task in the world.

On a summer day, under the scorching sun,

The body full of sweats

Waiting for the documents to be duplicated

Seemed like the toughest task.

The slowest ceiling fan was always seen in those centers,

Above the Xerox machine

Making the temperature of the earth increased

In multifold.

But the worst

Part of the Xerox machine was

Its terrible sound

When a document was kept above the screen

And the cover was put on it

And the lever was pressed

To make a similar copy of the original one

It seemed like

A mountain was roaring

To fall down like a glacier.

But in the summer days

When we needed a shelter

To stand under a shade

And avoid the heat

We found the Xerox center

As a place of hidden treasure

The slowly running ceiling fan

The roaring sound of the Xerox machine

The uncountable amount of papers

Scattered here and there

Some blank, waiting to be duplicated

Some printed, done becoming a clone

And the originals

Waiting in the queue

To see their clones being born

The stack of files

The calculator on the table to calculate the price

Of being copied

And everything that makes the Xerox center a mini office room

But repeating the same process

of generating the duplicates

Gives solace

For we know there is a place

Whether the duplicates are being sold

But the original copy remains priceless.

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(This post is part of the series ‘Solace in the Mundaneness’ where I try to tell stories of the everyday things that capture a special place in my heart and they make me feel privileged to live a simple and ordinary life with contentment and peace. This post is also part of Blogchatter A to Z.)