Definition: A Sunday is a
sedative that reduces/erases all your week’s irritation or agitation.
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FOREWORD
“I
woke up EARLY last Sunday. That’s not it! I couldn’t sleep any more the whole
Sunday. It was your fault, Sunday! It’s over though, but I’ll never forget that
I couldn’t sleep a whole Sunday. And, thus, Sundays from now on will be called
bad-days.”
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Dear
Sunday,
I
have always remained loyal to you. But after what you did to me, I don’t think
that you can be anyone’s ally. I thought sleeping on a Sunday gave Sundays’ a
prodigious pleasure. I was wrong. And I thought that Sundays would tease other days
of the week stating the par sleeping time through them. Oh! How wrong was I? I... I completely
misunderstood you.
I know no one else did/do, but I always kept
faith that ‘Sundays’ are synonym to ‘sleeps’. And I believed that one odd day
this world would realise this fact also.
They
say not to trust anyone with your dear belongings. I made a mistake of trusting
you with my sleep. For someone who loves his sleep as much a Shah Jahan loved
Mumtaj, betrayal from someone so trustworthy is equivalent to death. Dear
Sunday, I can forgive, but I won’t forget. And I hope that you know that you
have lost all respect.
Mondays
are better than you. At least They don’t pretend. They don’t declare themselves
as ‘user-friendly day’. They may be harsh on people, but They are not cheaters.
They come to people with their true colours. They remain themselves.
It took us too long to develop the type of
understanding we had. Remember, once, during exams, I could not sleep whole week..I
was distressed...and you came out of blue moon..Just like that!.And I was
relaxed.. I slept throughout.. Without any care of this selfish world..these
exams...We were so happy...You made me happy...And now it’s all gone. All because
you don’t care enough! Because you are one wretched, wretched DAY of the Week!!!
I
myself had chores to do..But I stayed by you. I slept dutifully on Sundays. I never
cheated on you. I could have, mind you, but I never did, never ever cheated on you!
All I had to do was to lie there on my bed, with my eyes closed..thinking about
anyone I wanted..revering of anything I liked. And you would have thought I am
enjoying my sleep. But I never did that. You know why? Because I cared enough.
I
slept till noons, after-noons many a times. Ignored all the scolding from
parents..all the taunting from friends and the closer ones, whom I ditched for
you !! What for ? To see this day !! To see you cheat on me like this!! To get betrayed!!
It’s all over I’m saying. I’m done. We are done. No more sleeping on Sundays, I
am declaring. No more. :*(
Your
(once) truest lover.
