Dear Monday,
Tomorrow you’re
going to arrive, knocking me off badly and telling me to get up from my sweet
sleep. I wonder many times why do you like to torture me like anything and it
reminds me that you’re not only manic Monday but you’re also a Monster Monday.
Yesterday that
means Saturday I woke up late, had a shower and got ready in my best clothes. I
spent Spicy Saturday with my
friends, played with my nieces and had a sumptuous meal with my family. Additionally,
Saturday night was amazing. We gate crashed in one of the clubs, hit to the
dance floor and spent few more hours counting the stars in the sky. Around 1am I
went to the bed and slept like an angel.
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| Me on Saturday Night |
Then I woke up this morning dreading
the fear that half Sunday is already past. This afternoon I glanced through some
of the office files but quickly kept them aside and thought that it’s my Sunday.
No matter what, I wanted to spend quality time with myself. When I looked
myself in the mirror I saw my eyebrows were twisted and two pimples formed on
my forehead. It actually scared me by looking at my own reflection. It’s because
it made me realize that I spend more than 12 hours in the office everyday and I
give myself hardly any personal attention.
Of course, Saturday
was all fun! But what about my personal life that some time ago I promised
myself that I will give more time and will look after myself?
Do you
understand Monday what I am trying
to tell you? I am talking about the deadlines; I am talking about the efforts
and dedication I put to serve best on Monday; and I am talking about the
promises that I made to myself that it’s not always about the work but ‘me,
myself’ as well.
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| Me on Monday Morning |
Monday morning
I don’t feel like waking up from the bed but I still drag myself. I brush my
teeth, take quick shower and I don’t take much time on what to wear. I forcefully
prepare myself mentally and physically. Unfortunately, every Sunday night I
force to sleep but my eyes become heavy only after 1 or 2 am in the night. I keep
fighting whether who is taking revenge. Whether it’s Saturday when I rest more
than usual and party late night or its Sunday that reminds me the Monday is
nearby or it’s you Mad Monday who soaks my energy.
Sometimes I
wish Monday you should be generous enough to let me work in a peaceful manner. I
guess by this time you must have understood my pain and my struggle. But again
it doesn’t bother you, does it?
While I was
typing this personal letter to Monday, Stephaney called me in the cabin. I wasn’t
even finished cribbing with Monday but I had to leave my desk. I sighed and I spoke
to myself ‘Monster Monday’.
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| Monster Monday |
‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
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