Every day passes by, pretending as if the hardest one in comparison to the previous one......and I say: oh how tiresome. Sunday may be a holiday, but for a woman, it's the day to finish the week's pending leftovers. Discussions - comprises and every inch of adjustments, tears and crumbles all your jotted down expectations right to the trash. The continuous salsa with the clock needles becomes so weird at times, one gets confused with the beats and the moves.... at one time it becomes a boring slow motion - repetition - irritation ..... all you want is a desperate escape to a tight satisfying sleep. But ....tempting expectations usually die young, our plans are murdered by our pre-plans ....works take control of us....we become mere puppets .
But it's not full of moans and complaints, there is a feeble yet shiny part too. The density of the weakness dissolves when little kids jump around you and relish your presence as something long desired for....call you in excitement : teacher! That melts down all your stored fatigue and jets into your veins the fluid of instant energy. The faces of certain people and their casual words .... their funny expressions, the sudden disconnection in communication with others and the following jokes created...that transforms all your irritation to giggles. At times that one slice of smell from the baker's oven aside a road , makes you feel refreshed ....accumulates all your energy and I plan something special for dinner. Every single bloom from my terrace pots say to me : its your hard work. The afternoon is bright but its drought inside, and that spring of water from a watering pipe, suddenly touches you unexpectedly as a sudden surprise..... I can't deny ...it made me smile like I was waiting for it . Yes that sounds stupid... few seconds of refreshments , i moved on and it faded away. As the end of a day draws to an end and the huge stock of uncleaned vessels on basin beacons you ... honestly I want to get vanished, but the hide and seek is very short termed, thanks to the foot tapping track whose lyrics are most of the time unnoticed yet a musical environment...... it whispers to me : are you really tired, it's time to salsa! Next morning.... it repeats , the cycle of regeneration and transformation .
