Lazy Sunday


                    

At 3 in the morning, unconsciously reaching my hands to grasp my phone just to check on new emails has now been a crucial part of my everyday routine for the past few months. Oh! I am so used to waking up to the buzzing sound of my email, even on the weekends my subconscious self prefers to wake me up from my sweet dreams for any updates. 

Sunday morning, I like to start my day with a ray of sunlight gently stroking my skin and sip a cup of a breeze along with the melody of chirping birds as I raise the drape. I have always been an admirer of the beauty of a sunrise and the dewiness of the morning. The best part of a weekend is that I spend less time on screen, I would be lying if I say so. By the weekend, the impending emails and checklist pile up. I find myself miserably buried under the stack of inevitable checklists.

Sitting in a corner of my bed and scrolling through the laptop, my entire day passes by. Interestingly, I have been implementing all my knowledge and experiences that I learned from the past 21 years in a piece of an application. The corner of my bed got more competitive and ambitious in the blink of a night.


Weekends are now rolling to weekdays and weekday as robust as ever. The sense of rigorousness of the substantial world that I'm enduring was missing earlier. The spice of competing globally excites and invigorates my inner self to accomplish even more. The sleepless twilights and restless daylights have amended me to more refined and sensible women. 

On a lazy Sunday afternoon,
She dreamed of all she could be,
The countless endeavor she puts in, 
The virtuous fantasies she beholds,
Her crusade in the hush,
The tears beautifully camouflaged with a smile,
The tale of her destiny,
On a lazy Sunday afternoon,
She dreams of all she can be,
She dreams of all she will be. 

  




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