The Ministry. Again.

The Ministry.
View from the window of the Ministry of Health and Family Welfare
View from the window of the Ministry of Health and Family Welfare

Two and a half hours into a meeting that is running late. Clever things are being said, lightly peppering the waves of noise blaring out of people who must be heard.

Thirty frustrated people. And a couple of angry ones. And a State Minister who is very much asleep.

I should have been out of here an hour ago. OMG that issue has been dealt with – why are you bringing it up again?

I’m hungry.

Deep breath – it is not possible for this to go on for all eternity.

Or is it? – I’m sure stranger things have happened in this Ministry.

It’s 4:30 and I’m jolted back to myself. There must be a minaret just outside the window. The call to prayer feels like it is being sung in the Board Room – A beautiful, clear, steady voice. No one registers this. I struggle to continue to listen to the content of the meeting – my ear is drawn to the wonderful singing. It’s Easter Sunday, and I’m captivated by the sound of the faith that surrounds me.

I allow myself to drift in the sound: my body is at the table, but my mind certainly isn’t.

The Ministry.
The Ministry.
Advertisements