Come Sunday evening, and this is one question I always ask myself. Surprising how fast they vanish. Like childhood friends who grow up too soon and settle down a few million miles away from you, leaving you with stories of Jack & Jill to talk about with your office colleagues on Monday mornings.
These two days disappear as if they never existed. Leaving behind another trail of things that you had said you will finish this weekend. Only to know that another set of unfinished promises and lunches and dinners have instead taken their place. Probably the leaking tap has been fixed and the blipping tubelight has been replaced, but there’s still that little plaster falling off the wall, the shelf has not been cleaned, and a pair of shoes that you were supposed to buy one month back…
And before you know it, Monday is knocking on the week’s door, too eager to gate crash into its short party. Infact even as I write this, I can see it lurking outside the window, creeping behind shadows, with that evil smile, as if Gollum were calling for its Precious…
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