It’s the third Saturday and I am working (officially). The agony, the pain, the anger and the lethargy are all dumped into one body and that is mine. Not that I am very proud of this habit, but I usually get up at 5 in the morning.
Only, its to shut the alarm and go back to sleep again. So, to add to this pathetic routine, the Saturday morning started with the alarm blaring very loudly at the other corner of my room which is to make me get up from the bed (not saying it’s a successful trick). So after watching a late night show of Namaste London snuggled into my japuri rajai (I don’t like the AC on mid or low blower and at a temp more than 20 deg), I went to sleep sometime between 1 and 2. But I guess even a good movie show doesn’t replace your need to sleep and sleep and sleep. So when finally I did get up, the clock showed 7:55. For those of you who think I did sleep enough, I HATE YOU!
Now I am in office, describing the so-painful story of my incomplete sleep. But what I should add here are the niggling effects of being in your office on a Saturday that doesn’t need to be a working day. I miss the days when Saturdays were always off, when I closed work at 4 and downloaded movies and songs from office (understandably, they’re blocked here). If you think on the same lines without being judgemental about me being so damn lethargic and needy of off-time, let me know and we’ll sob together.
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