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A day or an Abyss

Every day ends with a night, thankfully. And similarly a week ends with a weekend. What if it doesn't? when your duty bound acts of your work days is simply replaced by a different set of duties on the weekend. I still remember that sinking feeling on a merry-go-round, as the lift came down, scared as you are you beg to somehow touch the bottom. As an aircraft descends on the earth, the only way on knowing it be a safe landing is for it to touch the earth. What if there is no earth to hold the landing.

 Some days are like that. They are not one of your great days, not even one of the average ones, and worse still, they are not even your worst one, You stand there on the edge of sanity, just hoping that the day would at least decide to take one direction, to soar or to plunge. What is most frustrating is when the day stands undecided, seeming to be confounded by the enormity of the decision which passing moments entrusts it with.

Today was one such day, it was not hot, but was not cold either; it did not do much great task, but it was not idle. Daughter notices the writing and moves to the side of the cuddle the laptop is on, When I look at her in the dim light of the laptop screen, she winks and smiles, as if passing few drops of sweet water on the perched lips of the dying day.
 For a moment, I do not wish to ponder on the problems, I want to resolve the issue posed by my cheating builder who cheated on the electricity connection, resolve lack of discipline, resolve widening waist, resolve being unloved, But then I am loved at least by little lady who speaks in mumbled words, and asks me to slide down on the bed so that I mat hit ny head against the wall, and I think, how deep an abyss the day would have been, if I had had this day three years back. That does not betters the day, but makes it bearable, just about,  
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