another weekday
I wake up in the morning again. Morning, for me is 9:30 am onwards. Yeah, I am into late night masti in life. As I say, I am another modern “Nishachar”. I am awake and tired of the long sleep I just had. I am kinda fresh, but not as fresh as the rose leaves shaking themselves to move the morning dew off their bums. But yes , it is 9:30 now. I look outside of the window if I can still find the beauty of aurora in the sky…..how optimistic.. I am sitting on my bed for a while trying to figure out whether its required, is it really required for me to recollect my sleepy senses and do something I don’t want to do, one more day. Well somehow, I get up, stand in front of Mirror, staring at the same face, how boring is that? Why don’t these technology freak minds come out with some thing which might make these daily mundane activities automatic. I don’t think anyone loves brushing their teeth in the morning… I somehow manage to go out for a tea…so much of an effort……how I wish t