It is the worst day of the week for me.
After a glorious weekend with my dearest ones, Monday is absolutely blue!
Weekend happiness begins on Friday morning as I look forward to Saturdays and Sundays, when I'd loll lazily in bed... then wake up at ease, to watch my chai sipping, newspaper reading, relaxed dearie. But the day soon goes by in a blur with umpteen activities... to bring me back to irksome Mondays...again!
Everyone leaves me one by one. I feel like a mother eagle left alone in the nest when papa eagle and little eaglets fly away to soar the blue, blue skies on their own. Flapping a bit in the beginning, then gliding along with the breeze, slowly picking up altitude into dizzy heights.
I putter around house, feeling vacant.
Scanning FB without luck. No visible sign of human life.
Back onto WB. Empty too. Writers too busy..elsewhere. Poets ominously invisible.
Dejectedly, I try to find my muse.
I try and try, my fingers refuse.
O that each day would be a weekend!
When my loved ones would surround me, laughter would fill the house, giggles sound at the dining table.
Joy abounds in plenty.
How I hate Mondays!
