The day looks long. So long that when I look at the clock it stares back with a mischievous smile. Even yawn is taking its own sweet time to stretch all the muscles of my face; there is blood rush, I can feel it running all over my face, with the 'power yawn.' Yes, I would like to call it a “power yawn.” The dials of my blue watch have smothered in the lethargy of Delhi’s sweltering summer -- they too are in the mood for an afternoon nap, it seems. My favourite song is playing in the loop for the past three hours. My ears are not tired, but mind is wandering; focussing is a problem as the dials of my watch are still in slumber, I guess.
I look up; creaking sound of the rotating fan is annoying. I look at my watch again, with some hope. It isn’t four yet. My focus is now on the fan; I am trying to catch the scurrying movements of its blades – they are running in rhythmic circular motion. I stretch my body, I am bored of fan. I could hear the crackling sound of my back bone; sitting on the chair for long hours can do this. But, the relief you get after that crackling --- there is blood rush in that part of the system and an immense sense of pleasure.
I looked at my watch. This time it has woken up: its 4 pm and a long day indeed. Just two more hours are left, but everything still looks so still. So monotonous.
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