At the end of the day

Today is just the middle of the week but for some strange reason it seems like the end of the week. Wednesday has always been a rough day perhaps it is because it is the middle of the week. I’ve had a good day so far. After a night of tossing and turning and wondering whether my back would ache I woke up to the sound of traffic outside the window. Even though my house is a 100 ft away from the edge of the main road it is opposite a school and on the 23rd floor you get sounds from all around. On some days when I’m on the other side of the house, the side that overlooks the maidan and the inner part of the city, I wake up to the rumbling of a train or the wake up call of the muezzin. But on the western side that gives me a great view of the sea and which overlooks the main road , I can get up to strange sounds: sometimes it is the honking of cars waiting to drop off the girls to school, sometimes , when it is later in the morning, it is the loud boom of the drum and the cries of ‘left left left right left’ as the girls practice marching for the inter school sports.

I wonder if the inter school sports were as much a big thing as they were in our day. I can never forget how the girls from the convent school that is in front of my house ran after the condoms that were blown up by the rowdy boys from the school on the other side of town and sent specially their way. The boys and girls from my school looked on in amusement as the nuns shouted at the girls’ unseemly behaviour and warned them to ignore the condoms that floated over their heads. That was the highlight of the inter school sports meet for most of us, while others exploited the chance to meet others from the opposite sex.

So this morning I woke up to the sound of school traffic and eased myself out of bed, not wanting to spend it in pain as I did yesterday when my back suddenly have way. Coping with pain is exhausting and perhaps that’s why I felt as though I’d run a hundred miles and it seemed like the end of the week.

The day unravelled slowly with a gentle pace and by the end of the day I felt it was Friday evening and I was ready to unwind I’ve the weekend. Alas tomorrow is Thursday and another day. I do hope it’s as unhurried and lazy as today.

Author: Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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