As a kid, there were these two things I really looked forward to in a day – 6 PM on the clock and watching Mickey Mouse. 6 PM because my father would be back from work and Mickey Mouse for his long, round, and cutest ears.
I would often wonder what my father would do all this time out of the home and sometimes I would be annoyed about why he has to go out when he could stay and play with me.
Little did I know of something called work!
Well, last week I met a little girl who was trying to figure out what is this ‘work’ that her mother goes to every day. I came to the office in the morning and spotted a little girl with
MickeyMouse-ears headband in a cute pink outfit scribbling something in her notebook.
I went to her wanting to know what was she up to. “What is your name?” she asked as soon as I stepped into the room.
When I told her mine she went without asking, “My name is Zikra, I came with my mum here. You know what? We have got biscuits!” and she told me all about her studies, the subjects, how her mum assigns her homework every day to everything I asked!
It was so fresh to watch this little button walking around the whole office in her perfect pretty pink shoes and making friends with everyone. She went to everyone and offered the biscuits she brought along and made sure that she asked everyone’s names too.
I was only amazed when Zikra called one of my curly-haired guy friends – the guy with popcorn hair!
Who knew in the world of people shouting maggie hair, we would find a popcorn cheerleader?
Later she won a portrait drawing competition against me, I didn’t mind.
Afreen, Ziku’s mother was delighted to see Zikra blend in the office culture so well. She said, “With the pandemic, Zikra’s schedule is being at home and playing with the family, along with some studies. With me working from home, she used to miss me spending time with me, playing together, and just being together. We can say that she didn’t recommend working from home!
Just one day, I understood that I have to show her what kind of people do I work with, where do I work, and what is my job, because I am the only bridge between her and my work. If I am able to be the best bridge I could, she would be happier with my work patterns.
Zikra is aware of her surroundings, she understands that her mother works but it’ll be a no problem situation only when she is a part of work.
After all, if work can be taken home, home can be brought to work too, right?”
We were all smiles and laughter when little Ziku ran around the office and waving goodbye to everyone. She also barged in a meeting shouting goodbye.
I guess Zikra is going to make “Home From Office” a thing at Repos soon!