I miss my lazy mornings, the ones spent with my grandfather.
Reading the newspaper together, fighting for the supplementary sheets, lying
down on his lap and dreaming. Then comes the whack on my head, my mom chasing
me to brush my teeth, and have a shower. From the verandah to the backyard, I
continue my dreaming schedule. Staring at the crows, shooing them away, looking
at the freshly bloomed flowers and vegetables of my mom’s garden, irritating my
brother and running around my house escaping my mum’s hits, those were the best
times of my life.
My life now seems so incomplete. I don’t have my grandparents,
I don’t have a lazy morning, and neither do I get time to stare or fight or
play with my folks back at home. I am stuck in-between the corporate crap-holes,
who hardly have a life. A bunch of insensitive people work together, bitch
about each other, and try to impose their stupid philosophy of having a no
personal life on others. A set of losers of first grade, focused on earning and
self spending and enjoying their family-less life. These people always leave me
pondering over their personal life, which I totally do not care to know about.
When I crave to be with my family and spend time, what makes
them workaholics? How much do they earn, can that salary pay a price for the
lost relationships? I still haven’t derived
an answer and I am still brooding over it.
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