Through the corner of her eye br she catches me, fumbling with br my blackberry's key. Taps on my br shoulder; says, “ Pop - I am here”. br br Caught on wrong foot, I try to br focus on the game again. Numbers br spreadsheet and meetings rule, work br weighs heavy on my choked mind. br br Another beep, my attention Diverts. br She throws her hands in air, br Eyes flare, cheeks red with anger; br Again she says, “ Pop, I am here”. br br I am there, yet not there br The daily ritual, I often toggle; br between commerce and my br universe. Both crave for my time. br br Time moves, even if hour's hand br doesn't show. Nothing can bring br back the moments of fun. In life br there's no playback option. br br I pick up the dice and roll again br She smiles to see me back in the br game. A slice of life on face br of dice, dances in our eyes. br br br 19th November 2009.