Saturdays are never meant for the office. They are meant for something entirely opposite. You woke up wake up at around the same time as the Friday. Friday’s time is a little late than other weekdays actually. The reason, why you wake up within an hour of your Friday time, is because you haven’t had the hang of a weekend yet. You are inching towards laziness but not just there. So you wake up, make yourself few toasts, some scrambled eggs. Sit with your coffee and a radio running your once favourite songs. They’re about a half read article on communism in the editorial. They’re about taking every puff of the cigarette like the kiss after your first date; you aren’t rushing into it and you never want it to end. Saturdays are meant to laze in your bed, with the laptop without earphones and a 70s movie on it. They’re about humming the forgotten songs and forgotten lyrics; about replacing the words with a hum. Saturdays are about rewarding you for the week you spent in that cubicle. They’re about forgetting about the Friday and the Sunday. They’re never meant for the office!
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 10:18:31 +0000
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