It's Thursday...the perfect day of the week when you feel partially low, because the weekend is still a day away. It reminds me of new age blues, of a rain-drenched afternoon, of a sad evening...the pink, the rose, the custom of the sky, of the prompt beep of a busy microwave, of the din of stupid squirrels on that huge neem tree in the backyard, of the warm smell of raw tea...of the lonely tear, of the humdrum low-fat dinner...no cheese for me, thank you. Then there will be the happy Fridays, the busy Saturdays and the how-quickly-it-got-over Sundays...till the week rolls back to the lone Thursday yet again.
