Monday Blues. (Monday Moments #52)

          A nice weekend was about to end. Around 8 pm on that Sunday evening, the entire process started repeating itself. The sadness that weekend was coming to an end. The indescribable weight of irritation and misery because of the coming Monday. The hope that at least this week will end fast and weekend will arrive. He sat on his reclining chair in the balcony viewing the people on the streets. He wondered how 48 hours of Saturday and Sunday go by in a whistle. But, how 24 hours of Monday seemed never-ending. He drank his tea. One sip and he felt like spitting it out. It was too sweet. It was just a trigger to his frustration. Soon, the kids playing downstairs made his head ache and he started to silently curse them. His days of youth were definitely gone. Every small thing set his teeth on edge. And all was happening because the clock ticked faster taking him to the unavoidable doom of Monday. Soon, he went to bed praying his boss won't come tomorrow. He hoped to have a day of less work. He knew it was all dramatic but he just didn't want to go to his office. Monday blues set in and he went to sleep fearing for the weekend but also knowing he wasn’t alone.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

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