A cup without tea

Sunday

5:00 pm - mmmm
7:00 pm- not again
8:30 pm - stop

No matter how much fun you may have had till late Saturday night but the latter half of Sunday is never welcomed with a smile until and unless you really have a blasty plan for Monday.

Otherwise, often your imagination cartoon just pops up in front of you- an animated version of you and all those speech and thought bubbles saying-

1. Sunday must be as flexible as elastic, stretch it till the time it actually breaks.
2. Extra bonus hours should be provided to make Sunday large and there must be freedom of asking "Have I made it large today??"
This desire of fixing time and knowing your helplessness about the same seems no less than a cup without tea, a tea you crave for but a tea you can hardly sip.

During school days we cry because Monday won't let us fly as Sunday does. And when we become grown-ups, Monday again pushes us to follow the same boring office routine.

Monday always interrupts the Sunday’s hangover gala even if you try hard to resist coming out of the hangover and even if you are ready to pay any cost for staying in that gala mood.
Between everything that happens, the only yearning is to postpone Monday somehow, even if it means trying out all sorts of possible childish things like-
• making a wish to a broken star in the sky “Please don’t let Sunday go”.
• Closing your eyes and making a wish over the eyelash hair and posting it to god with a heavy blow.
•trying out all self written mantra - "I'm kreem chamundaya namah .... I'm kreem , aabra ka daabra .
•hoping for a reset button.
•wishing for a mishap in a hope that govt would declare a national holiday on Monday.

Monday would have never thought that its victory of being “the first day of the week after Sunday” would make it the most hated thing in the world.
And though it's very easy to take a resolution to start a new life from Monday but it is equally hard to make that commitment.