Sunday arrives with sleepy, dreamy eyes, so intoxicating that you cannot refrain from succumbing to its wishful desires. Yes, when I say this I am narrating my plight; b’coz I am easy, much disciplined & most desirable victim available in handy (I say this as an appreciation as you won’t find a sleep aficionado as strong as myself on this earth).......so sleep enters in me; without prior appointment or on the spur permission...............with loads of DrEAmSs n MOrRe DrEAmSs!! :)
I lay there calm & quiet, fully pacified with the SuNDay-dOsE of sleep injection; the transfusion button showing: SwiTcHed On! :)
But, the twist or as I prefer calling it, a fascinating angle to the story begins here. This time, when I was SuNDay-DrEaMiNg, I did not shop for the colourful n classy clothes or the beautiful piece of jewellery and scarf that idyllically matched or that perfect pair of slipper and bag to flaunt, that I was looking out for ages....! :)
Sadly disgraced by my shopping-urges, that was showing signs of debilitating vitality; I was worried!
Caveat: SuNDay starts with extending the sleep & dreaming MoRe but ends in “DrEAmSs” emerging into a real self!
1 comment:
Nicely written. I agree completely. Of all the coloring mediums, I simply adore pastels. And as you said, it is not as easy as it looks :) It has a childlike feel and yet artists around the world have created masterpieces with it. Keep up the good work :)
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