It was an everyday ritual
At 7, 12 & 9
Monotony is my life
It's OK, I'm fine.

It was another day
With a lot of strange faces.
I saw new people every day,
With such slow paces.

But today was no regular day
As something bad was about to take place .
A rogue tile, almost misshapen,
And whatever followed, didn't involve a lot of grace.

I tripped, it fell.
And all the rice was in the air.
And at that moment, all the eyes were on me,
And I fell into complete despair