Just another morning

The alarm clock breaks the silence, finally, morning. A new day, a new beginning. The air smells sweet, the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing the morning song……oh, come on, this isn’t fairy tale, it’s reality. Buildings and factories, cars and traffic, chaos and black smoke….this is all one can imagine even as an early morning in a city.

                    Trace of sunrays break through the curtains of the room and fall onto her sleepy eyes, it’s time to wake up. She stretches her right hand to push the curtain aside and hardly opens her one eye. All she can see is a blur view of the building opposite to the one she lives in. She hates this view from her room on the 12th floor, but she can do nothing about this, at least she couldn’t do anything in last 3 years.
                   Hurry up, it’s a busy Monday. People having solitary life need to love themselves. All she does to love herself is to spend her salary on things which comforts her. What do you think the things can be? Makeup? Shoes? Let’s talk about it later. Right now she’s loving herself with under the warm shower. And this “love yourself” session, I mean “pamper yourself” session would last for atleast 1 hour.
        A healthy and heavy breakfast is now the most important thing she needs. Well, she had searched a lot of cooking sites for a tasty breakfast recipe, but she ended up making an omelette, a jam bread and a cup of coffee for her.
                   Though the view from her windows is so boring, but those warm sunrays give a soothing feeling to the skin, but only at this time in the morning. She swallowed all those bread and omelette like she was hungry for years. Now the coffee, she must cherish it. She grabs the cup in one hand and the newspaper in the other and heads for the sunrays lying on her bed.
       Oops, she was almost forgetting one thing, that’s in her drawer. So to the drawer, she goes. Wait, where is it? Where is it? It supposed to be here. Now that’s freaky, where can it go? She runs to her kitchen, may be she forgot it there last night. It must be there.


“Nowhere, that shit is nowhere, where the fuck can it hide?”, She shouted and only her ears felt the pain of her pitch voice. She started to run from here to there, then from there to here. No more patience,  and she started throwing all her hands could reach. Her eyes were red, her body was shivering and she was nervous as well as angry. In fact, her state of mind was unexplainable at that moment…but of course, wasn’t good. And lastly, she pulled her bed sheet and tried to tear it off with all her effort. Suddenly, she saw something on the floor.


“There it is! Oh fuck! Was it on the bed? Fuck this shit! If I didn’t pull the sheets I couldn’t ever find it!”

What a relief. Her hands were still trembling but she finally succeeded to take a pill out of the packet and and plopped it into her coffee and and gulped it down in no time. She stared at the mess and sat down onto her bed, thinking what would she do next if she couldn’t find it, when at the same time the Valium was slowly dissolving and making her anxious nerves calm.
                 The packet was indeed more comforting to her than any makeup kit or shoe could be. 

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  1. Ha ha ha!😄 you gave the visual and mental image to perfection! I’d be curious to know though the research on marijuana vs Valium, etc. for anxiety and such as I’d imagine it would be a healthier option … well, I’ve also been on high dose ages of steroids for days (bronchitis), so that could explain my jumbly and hyper mindset today😄- maybe I need a valium😄

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