This is the story of a dull day. A day which is not good or bad, but just dull. A day bereft of emotions . A day which has indifference written all over it .
A day which breaks at 7 am and ends at 11 pm . The maid walks in 8.30 am and leaves at 9.30 am. The husband leaves at 9.40 am and the door closes on me at 10.10 am .
It’s a day where nothing changes. The same roads, the same noise, the same files, the same names . It’s a day where everything is always the same .
It’s a day where work happens without you knowing it, without you doing it. A day dedicated to patterns .
It’s a day where the punctuations are there at the right places and the cycle rotates by itself. It’s a day I don’t see the clock ; for time is neither ahead or behind me. It’s a day with no memories , no thoughts ,no feelings.
To many others, it may well be an ordinary day, but to me, it’s a day that keeps me going. It’s a day that lets me feel that there are good and better days in store. It’s a day that shelters me from bad days.
It’s a regular day that brings in its wake more such dull days , like a loaf of bread with identical slices .
An ode to the simple mechanics of life – to be consistent and uniform, without even trying to be .
And that to me, makes every dull day a special day
A day which breaks at 7 am and ends at 11 pm . The maid walks in 8.30 am and leaves at 9.30 am. The husband leaves at 9.40 am and the door closes on me at 10.10 am .
It’s a day where nothing changes. The same roads, the same noise, the same files, the same names . It’s a day where everything is always the same .
It’s a day where work happens without you knowing it, without you doing it. A day dedicated to patterns .
It’s a day where the punctuations are there at the right places and the cycle rotates by itself. It’s a day I don’t see the clock ; for time is neither ahead or behind me. It’s a day with no memories , no thoughts ,no feelings.
To many others, it may well be an ordinary day, but to me, it’s a day that keeps me going. It’s a day that lets me feel that there are good and better days in store. It’s a day that shelters me from bad days.
It’s a regular day that brings in its wake more such dull days , like a loaf of bread with identical slices .
An ode to the simple mechanics of life – to be consistent and uniform, without even trying to be .
And that to me, makes every dull day a special day
3 comments:
"It’s a day that shelters me from bad days."
Uff.. Right on the spot. How easy it is to crib about a non happening (if i may use such a word) when it is doing its best not to show the ugly side of it!
This post is beautiful.
i like this day and the way you spell it out. the human condition.
Thanks Rusty N & Mark - We often crib about days that are good or bad..but often, our days fit into the "ordinary slot "
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