You think of all the possible tricks in your bag and then just give up and plunk on the soft pillow. The least you probably can do is wish away the loud tick-tock of the big clock, and curse the person who had the bright idea to have the menace in the bedroom.
It’s akin to an unspeakable sword dangling overhead threatening to drop on you if you fail to rise and shine before the next chime. And so you do the most natural thing in the sequence of events-pull the thick time worn out yet much loved quilt over your head hoping to shut the sound off besides getting cozier in its warmth. It is just another attempt to steal a few more winks. And as you are at it your hand slithers with a life of its own on the bedside table attempting to locate the God forbidden mobile to text in and casually confess you are taking the much required break from office.
As you thumb the message sleepy eyed about the unexpected yet pleasant happening, you can already feel a heavy load off your chest and sleep evaporates easily. Having confessed and apologized sincerely for your inability to report on the job due to ‘unavoidable circumstances’, you suddenly experience a surge of life and spring out of the bed, shower, refresh and get set to take the world.
On such days, the next thing and one of the most difficult job is to sweetly, pleadingly, desperately and if nothing works seductively convince the better half to go romping. And like two birds freed from our cages we lumber the booming Enfield Bullet to life only to zoom the length and breadth of Bardez. The irresistible dawn spell conspires with the frosty morn wind to lash us, and compel us to hurdle ever so closer in a rather engaging way.
Suddenly nothings really matters, its just the two of us on the wheel of time and I just keep wishing the journey never ends…
