Waking up hastily as
my alarm rings and realizes its 8 in the morning... As I reach to turn it off, I
realized its a bright Saturday morning.. Even birds will start to
chirp in a while. As I have worked hard all five days and thus need rest...
But how come my company makes us work one-extra day and make us impatiently drool for just one day 'Sunday' which decides its exit before I even realize its auspicious arrival...
So much made its way on my mind, while rubbing my eyes I reach out to the bathroom... The mirror on the wall disapprovingly shows a pale face, un-brushed hair falling on wrinkled eyes crying out for some more sleep and a good relaxed breakfast afterwards concluding with some shopping or relaxed hours with family and friends...
I run to my room as I could not look more at myself... This common cold has made me look uncommonly dull... I need rest... Yes I do... Oh my god! I feel a pimple on my nose.. No way I would go to office like this... But, what on earth will make my manager understand that some offs doesn't come with explanations... Text sent... beep... beep... 'OK'... These two letters came as a relaxed breeze as I try to sleep again without any intentions of getting up anytime sooner...
Nothing seems to work for my clogged-muddy nose... I sneeze I say sorry, the echo of 'god bless you' has also faded as this common cold has now become a pretty common affair for everyone at my place since morning... Maa! lemon will make me cough more why don't you understand... Its good... pee jayo... Voila! this green-lemon tea has worked, perfect aroma made its way to my glumpy nose by lanes. The touch of honey and lemon soothe my 'all-night-coughed throat'....
As I pick newspaper and reach out to switch on the television I sense in a thought that my day-off is rushing past. My phone rings, Its Shweta... Oye! good morning ladki, office kyun nahi aayi? Yeah Shwe! caught bad cold. what you doing ? hahhaa... so you petting your tired throat... shut up, whatever! Click!
But how come my company makes us work one-extra day and make us impatiently drool for just one day 'Sunday' which decides its exit before I even realize its auspicious arrival...
So much made its way on my mind, while rubbing my eyes I reach out to the bathroom... The mirror on the wall disapprovingly shows a pale face, un-brushed hair falling on wrinkled eyes crying out for some more sleep and a good relaxed breakfast afterwards concluding with some shopping or relaxed hours with family and friends...
I run to my room as I could not look more at myself... This common cold has made me look uncommonly dull... I need rest... Yes I do... Oh my god! I feel a pimple on my nose.. No way I would go to office like this... But, what on earth will make my manager understand that some offs doesn't come with explanations... Text sent... beep... beep... 'OK'... These two letters came as a relaxed breeze as I try to sleep again without any intentions of getting up anytime sooner...
Nothing seems to work for my clogged-muddy nose... I sneeze I say sorry, the echo of 'god bless you' has also faded as this common cold has now become a pretty common affair for everyone at my place since morning... Maa! lemon will make me cough more why don't you understand... Its good... pee jayo... Voila! this green-lemon tea has worked, perfect aroma made its way to my glumpy nose by lanes. The touch of honey and lemon soothe my 'all-night-coughed throat'....
As I pick newspaper and reach out to switch on the television I sense in a thought that my day-off is rushing past. My phone rings, Its Shweta... Oye! good morning ladki, office kyun nahi aayi? Yeah Shwe! caught bad cold. what you doing ? hahhaa... so you petting your tired throat... shut up, whatever! Click!
Evening, and I feel better. Its beautiful when it rains, something in me smiles like a kid when these droplets makes their way from temple to closed eyes and beneath... I feel a cold rush under my spine.... sneeze... sneeze.. my feet froze... refused to move as I stare at the droplets fall from the sky and mixing themselves with the ground in many smaller differentiated droplets.
I run towards the shed as the rain starts to act heavy. My mind echoes a question 'Are we all also like these little droplets, trying to make our mark, scared of getting lost in the crowd... losing our identity with so many people around. Do we also appear beautiful to others... Do others also admire us like we do these little rain drops.'
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