The road is deserted. The downhill landscape invites your adrenaline to work hard on your bicycle. Reaching full speed you stand up on the paddles and close your eyes to feel the music of air floating through your ears.
You are encapsulated in the Symphony when suddenly you hear your Mom calling
“Its M..O..R..N..I..N..G ….. Get Up and Get Ready for School”.
MORNING ??? Puzzled and Confused for a moment, before you realize that it was just a dream and in reality you are just staring at your melancholy ceiling fan throwing frozen air at you.
“Its Morning” – those were the first words I used to hear every day. I grew a disliking for these words, often wondering “Why does the stupid sun has to rise so early”? The fact that people considered the rising sun as an artistic wonder of nature, used to burn me to the core. What a propaganda … I see nothing worth feeling enchanted about this ugly bloody sun, who used to break my dreams and bring me back to face the hard realities of the world.
Time passed … I left school and joined a college away from home. College life was a completely different ballgame altogether. But the mornings used to be the same ugly ones. The only thing that changed was the sweet sound of my mom replaced by the “beep … beep … beep …. beep … beep” melancholy of my alarm clock.
Time went on its course faster and faster every day. Now I am a professional working in a so and so MNC company. Doing a night shift was never my motivation but here is LIFE - always there to spank you up, from all possible directions.
You are encapsulated in the Symphony when suddenly you hear your Mom calling
“Its M..O..R..N..I..N..G ….. Get Up and Get Ready for School”.
MORNING ??? Puzzled and Confused for a moment, before you realize that it was just a dream and in reality you are just staring at your melancholy ceiling fan throwing frozen air at you.
“Its Morning” – those were the first words I used to hear every day. I grew a disliking for these words, often wondering “Why does the stupid sun has to rise so early”? The fact that people considered the rising sun as an artistic wonder of nature, used to burn me to the core. What a propaganda … I see nothing worth feeling enchanted about this ugly bloody sun, who used to break my dreams and bring me back to face the hard realities of the world.
Time passed … I left school and joined a college away from home. College life was a completely different ballgame altogether. But the mornings used to be the same ugly ones. The only thing that changed was the sweet sound of my mom replaced by the “beep … beep … beep …. beep … beep” melancholy of my alarm clock.
Time went on its course faster and faster every day. Now I am a professional working in a so and so MNC company. Doing a night shift was never my motivation but here is LIFE - always there to spank you up, from all possible directions.