And when the dark hours before dawn give way to yet another mint-fresh sunrise, I do a feline stretch and curl again into my favoured foetal position. Through the slit of my eye, I see the yellow curtains flirting with the morning breeze. I open the window and startle a bird that was sitting on the sill. I read a few more lines from the book that was abandoned late last night.
Plants watered, room tidied, morning ablutions over, I switch on the radio. I smile as the radio jockey promises me—and many others who share my sun sign—a wonderful day. Betting on his optimistic ramblings, I step out of the house, satchel in hand, loose change in pocket and straw chappals on feet.
My first day at work.
5 comments:
Wow.. nice description of early morning events.. anyone can imagine the events taking place with you..:)
And when the mobile alarm started ringing for the fourth time at 8.30AM I forced my muscles to open my eyes. Crap! Yesterday’s vodka!!!
I rushed towards to occupy the bath room before my room mates wake up, so that I will get the privilege to wear a shirt of my choice from 'our' common collection. 10 Minutes, a shave and a quick bath here I go...I step out of the house, An executive bag in hand, combing the hair with the other hand and room mate's Lee cooper shoes on feet. All set for another day with the moron manager!!
An excerpt from bachelor’s diary....nyahhhaa
your favorite foetal position ?
i enjoyed the really good prose in this post of yours.
Thank you people........!!
Aww.. giving me an ego ride, aint you?
:-D
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