saturdays

saturdays is like a broad horizon of hope......the beginning of weekend...its is a hope of two full days of nothing to do....to get up late...laze around in your shorts...cook b'fast at eleven...then go in for that longest ever bath...face pack, oiling, shampooing, pedicure, moisturizing...its narcissitic sensualism...touch therapy...the brimming hope of a long day when you do what you absolutely please.....read, eat out, merry make.....then out of the blue creeps in the chores....clean the loo, cook, shop, meet your relatives, prepare for office....i keep wondering... where did that come from??...if i had seen it coming i could have postponed it for laterrrr....

Saturdays are better than sundays cause you are not dreading monday yet....you know you can get high and sleep late tomorrow, you know you can procastinate for a day more....but as always on sunday evening you wonder...where did all that time go?? i had so many plans...to hone my artistic tendency....but i don't seem to have done much just like last weekend...what about the trip i had planned....what about the decoration we had planned for the apartment....what about a lot of things...why can't weekend be longer !!