It was is of those days when you arrive early from office and see that your watch can allow you some time off. You just hope that your phone will not seize the moment away from you, hence you put it away.
A luke warm shower to relive you off your daily problems and there you are still with more time. A view out from the balcony reveals the sun yet to go down and the faint tint of night still lingering deep over the horizon. the moon has reported early today and you realize that your science teacher had told you that in winters the days are shorter and nights longer, from there starts the magical journey of thoughts each linked to other in some peculiar way.
I always remember how i used to loose the sight of time while playing, it would get dark and I would curse this shorter winter days. The days in summer was longer but even tiresome. the shining sun exhausts you. as these thoughts are running in your mind, you hear a loud enough cry " Howwwzzzzattt".. Some one has bowled a batsmen out and his little congregation cheers. I used to love the time when the there were only 2 teams, the Batsmen and others. I cant think but be amazed by how with same shot he tries to bowl the other batsmen out but fails,
All those momentary journey is suddenly broken by call of the doorbell and there it is, your time with your self has just ended.
A luke warm shower to relive you off your daily problems and there you are still with more time. A view out from the balcony reveals the sun yet to go down and the faint tint of night still lingering deep over the horizon. the moon has reported early today and you realize that your science teacher had told you that in winters the days are shorter and nights longer, from there starts the magical journey of thoughts each linked to other in some peculiar way.
I always remember how i used to loose the sight of time while playing, it would get dark and I would curse this shorter winter days. The days in summer was longer but even tiresome. the shining sun exhausts you. as these thoughts are running in your mind, you hear a loud enough cry " Howwwzzzzattt".. Some one has bowled a batsmen out and his little congregation cheers. I used to love the time when the there were only 2 teams, the Batsmen and others. I cant think but be amazed by how with same shot he tries to bowl the other batsmen out but fails,
All those momentary journey is suddenly broken by call of the doorbell and there it is, your time with your self has just ended.
