Sunday Blues

Sunday /ˈsʌndeɪ,ˈsʌndi/ the day of the week before Monday and following Saturday, (together with Saturday) forming part of the weekend.

Literal translation- A day to bask in the glory of the Sun.

My translation- A day to run away from the sun (And the rest of the world, while I'm at it)

Zoom meets followed by the quick (never-ending) in- person catch ups, sandwiched between the laptop marathons dotted with working lunches and dinners is the apt way to describe my quintessential working week. Of course, the cherry on the top is the mind numbing commute etched with red lines on Google maps, resucitated by a heady cocktail mix of Brene Brown's podcast, curated Top 10 playlist on Spotify and a couple of guffaws (or deep conversations, depending on our moods) with my bestie.

Coffees during the week have now become a luxury. Family dinners, rushed rather than relaxed. Work from office is like hurricane that has taken swept my life destroying all my favourite hubspots in its wrath. Let's name it. Isn't that what they do? Hurricane Monday. It comes week after week.

I'm digressing. It's Sunday. Let the day play out in slow-motion.

Live in the present. Be mindful. At least that's what the medication practice teaches me to do.

All I want do is lay in bed and do nothing. Then, I hear Elif calling me out from the bedside table, " Don't you want to discover the island of the missing trees?" Jhumpa pushes her and in her sweet Bengali voice purrs, " You promised to explore the whereabouts of my latest literary piece. " I turned the other side of the bed to silence their voices. Like I do every week.

I bury the guilt deep in the crevices of my heart, making a mental note to address it soon.

I have decided, no activity today - Mental, physical, emotional. Just mindless faffing. No intellectual TV which requires me to think. Maybe, Schitts Creek marathon. Nah, let's avoid media. And social media too. The mind never gets a breather.

Alright, let's stick to the plan now. Over and out. Have a good one.

Tring Tring. Bestie calling. "Let's grab a coffee in the evening?"

"Yes please, it has been forever!"

This does count as mindless faffing, right?