Speaking doctors

Fridays The peace The calm I like

I get carried away. I don't know whether you could relate with this or not. But I get carried away. Waste time. It flows, it flies. I flutter, it flies. Now here I sit, to make a serious (read, very serious presentation), and waste so much time in between.I have a mind which gets tired and diverted easily. I see people who just sit there static, stare and stare at the computer screens. They are a different material, I guess. I am a different make. Toyota vs Honda. Whatever.

"Its nine days off!", I had thought nine days back. They flew and the flight was fast, super fast. My brother got married. We sang. We danced. Polite, not so polite. Nine days later, here I am. There is a set of pictures which needs sharing.

Rain Oh Wow. Unexpectedly Unexpected. Predictably Unpredictable. The associated Smiles Awe Chill Teas This Then Now when Rain Oh Wow.

As I sit As I think The day has slipped Choco gift The two minute walk Has made my day. To smile To think, as I think. Of chocolate eyes, of khara ties Has made my day. Of trivial things Of not so kings Of tantrum queens? As I sit As I think The day has slipped.

Seven thirty pm. Not bad. Clinic from nine till seven. Doable. Tired but content. Thats what matters. The traffic is slow and study. People, I actually have nothing good to say. Byes.

Its Monday. After three days of holiday, here I am back to work. I mindlessly type Monday blues and the following definition pops up. "Its when you'r sick and you are always having a bad day on Monday". Rather sarcastic. Walking up at twelve noon has'nt helped me one bit. Its like a jet lag today. I feel nauseaus. I hope I get better as the day goes.