If I was asked about what is the one thing that is even more dreadful than a Monday morning – my answer would undoubtedly be – a Friday morning. Needless to say, I am not a huge fan of mornings in general. But there is something particularly vile about them on Fridays. Or maybe it’s just me.
I always awaken on a Friday overcome with joy at the prospect of the weekend being right around the corner. And then as I drag myself out of bed it slowly dawns upon me that there is still a day to go – that I still have to pay heed to the alarm clock by my bed, I still need to run to catch the ferry and I still need to go through the motions of work before I can finally be happy. And the prospect of liberation so close at hand makes it all that much worse! I feel cheated to say the least.
And today was no different. Add to that the fact that New York continues to be battered by the rains that aren’t-quite-rains and therefore end up being a lot more irksome than a downpour. I mean I have spent a good part (ok 2 years!!) of my life in Kolkata and one has to spend a summer there to know what God meant to create when he thought of ‘Rain’! The good part is – a rainy Friday morning can only get better - so tomorrow shall be my day of joy and merriment.
Goodnight world…dream away!
I always awaken on a Friday overcome with joy at the prospect of the weekend being right around the corner. And then as I drag myself out of bed it slowly dawns upon me that there is still a day to go – that I still have to pay heed to the alarm clock by my bed, I still need to run to catch the ferry and I still need to go through the motions of work before I can finally be happy. And the prospect of liberation so close at hand makes it all that much worse! I feel cheated to say the least.
And today was no different. Add to that the fact that New York continues to be battered by the rains that aren’t-quite-rains and therefore end up being a lot more irksome than a downpour. I mean I have spent a good part (ok 2 years!!) of my life in Kolkata and one has to spend a summer there to know what God meant to create when he thought of ‘Rain’! The good part is – a rainy Friday morning can only get better - so tomorrow shall be my day of joy and merriment.
Goodnight world…dream away!
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