Crawling out of bed in the morning, just about. Yawning at 3 pm at work and reaching out for more caffeine. Impatiently switching channels between American Idol and the NBA play-offs. Furiously chopping onions for a north indian take on sambhar. Sorting laundry and wishing it could do that on its own. Walking down the grocery aisles for atleast half an hour each week and still forgetting to bring something. Having a bad hair-day and trying to make my peace with it. Phew! All these tiny little struggles of life..miniscule, boring even. And yet they make up almost the whole of the weekday fabric. Five-sevenths of our life trapped into a gnawing, all-encompassing, necessary but ever so slightly tiresome routine.
Should i rebel? Aah-i try that, every once in a while. But the routine, so well -practised at the art of sneaking back, wins. A whole lot of times.
Should i sigh and face facts? Hmm..not fun.
Should i continue to grapple, and be happy with the occasional victories? Yes. And live for the weekends:)
