Mornings
Months
Mondays
Things so significant yet mundane. The same old alarm, the same old glass of Horlicks, the same old decision whether or not to have that thumsup from fridge every hour.
Aprils mostly are a bag of mixed events with constant summer winds making the mornings late, afternoons unbearable, evenings sluggish. The weather outside takes off half of my energy, the other half by the worries of several exams at several phases of my life. This year being no different.
The summer wind
The impending exams
The constant tiredness
The put on weight
The list of to-dos
The worry
The little function possibility
The weekend contest
Too much to do, too little zeal. Aging already and how?!
Do not even have the mood to complain about a million different things. Glad to be able to brave this from the room beside the terrace though. 'Look the brighter side' pastor said , trying my best!
Java Gods, be kind. One more time. Pretty please.
Also, Hello Monday!
Again.
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