A Sunday.

The Things you can do on a Sunday .... When you are not the part of any hangouts, Movie, Shopping and Clubbing.

You Wake up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Have a morning tea at 3 in the afternoon, staring at the dustbin, counting and wondering that how many beer cans you finished alone on Saturday night.

Morning bath at 4 in the evening.

Then enjoyed some dosas as the part of evening breakfast.

Since it is a holiday.. and you have just taken first meal of the day...it is time to take a nap.

You open your eyes and have a look at the time piece. Its 8 PM and raining outside.

Now with only 2 hours left to catch up with the club house before it call for the day. 2 options to choose from, either going to the Gym and try to give some hard time to your body or indulge yourself in a game of pool or two.

As soon you enters to the gym and seeing a hot chic working out there...... you immediately drops off the plan of Pool game.

Running on the treadmill while your mind's 78% stake is lying at the corner of the gym where you see the chic making her curves smooth.

Disappointed, that its 10 in the watch and they are pushing you out of the gym. Chic is busy in packing her stuff. Her One hand is holding the White blackberry and car key in other.

And here.. I was holding the most wettest towel in the gym in left hand and Room's key in the right.

Ahhh... I just forgot that its Sunday and my Cook gonna be enjoying with her family rather than making chapatis in kitchen. So..... it's gonna be the night relied upon scavenging.

Tired up with exercising and laziness in the evening. Just skipped the dinner and tried to work on the alternatives.

History repeats itself and in next ten minutes I found myself with the last beer can which makes an escape from me last night.

Eyes on the half finished book(Connecting the Dots) and best taste on the tongue. And here I am on the brim of Sunday.

A Sunday.

Its been some time

Its been some time. I didn't do something. Something which it means to me something. For which I used to wake up whole night Unconditionally, without food, without water and without Loo break. The thing which surpasses all the limits of passion. Where strive used to drive me far away from the excuses. Where body never said no to hours of statue in the same pose.

And in the end..... I used to see a Morning, A morning of satisfaction. Not with results or achievements, whatever I achieve or I hadn't, but with myself. A morning, where my mother used to come with the love in her eyes, after seeing her boy consecrated. A morning, when the chirping of the birds by my windowpane used to be the bedtime song of mine.

Its been some time. I didn't do something.