Cometh the weekend

imageFriday night. Wintery vibes.
Laziness sinking in.
Words ringing in, rest, repose, peace, calm, relief, phew, wow.
Some may have super fun plans ahead.
Some are already daunted by the idea of boredom in no company(c’mon you guys).
Some are going to revel in crowd, socialize, catch up, mingle.
Some would need their own space, coffee, novel, bed, a day to kill.
For some weekend is no different from other days.
While others are screaming TGIF! TGIF!
Fridays are my favorite.
Plan or no plans, they give me ample reasons to rejoice.
Don’t we just wait for them all week and push all our lump of activities to be done in the next two days!
Hair cut, laundry, movie, shopping, outing, eating, boozing, cleaning, meeting: weekend..weekend..weekend.
For this weekend, I am really looking forward to my extended sleeps, the pizza I am going to savour, painting my nails, cleaning up my room, may be cooking something. Okay let’s not plan way ahead!

I am glad you have arrived.
Love you Fridaysss!!!

Cuddle Syndrome

Do you ever wish that you fall asleep and your closest most beloved person comes and strokes your hair all warmly and gently. You don’t wake up, but shrink a little more, smiling, in their surrounding. That touch is so familiar yet so strangely vital to your existence. Every one wants some loving, some mushy mush. We are prone to human intimacy. There is no denying that. But then we get entangled in the cobwebs of who we want, who wants us, stars not aligning, lovers not meeting and all of that crap. Stupid happenings. So for people who have their partners close with them right now, snuggle them tight. Hold on to them. Cuddle it out. And for people like me, who (currently)feel at bay, hold on to your pillows and stuff toys for now, your snuggle buddy is around the corner. 🙂 , 😛 !

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Massive Sleep Disorder 💤

Deprived of sleep since three nights.
So anything I write probably won’t come out right. I know what is to be done. I know the sane route. I know shit happens. I know each problem is temporary. Yeah I am those freaky miss know-it-all kinds! But the mind is outrageously protesting normalcy. It wants to sulk. It wants to ponder. It wants to sit still and lament. It wants to hold on to something that is left no more. Uhh shudder. The pain and toll of separation. Even sounds so over the top schmaltzy.
It’s a shame we got jinxed baby!
Just give me back my sleep.
P.S. Readers, kindly bear.