My father cracks a cliched joke whenever my family discusses their favourite topic, which is… Is Deepika the laziest person on the planet? Father says in jest, if Deepika attends the conference of lazy people (if only she manages to go), and if the host asks, “Who is the laziest person on the planet?” everybody would raise their hands, except Deepika. Because, Father says, Deepika is too lazy to raise her hands. 😀
I do not disagree. I share that wonderful trait with that cute animal — sloth. 😉
So, when Trish from Love, Laughter, Insanity wrote about A Day in the Life of… activity, I thought I should not expose myself. 😉 But, when I have been shockingly honest all this while here, I should also be brave enough to tell you what a sloth I am. Hence, I chose to jump on the bandwagon.
Day: 20-Mar-2016 (Sunday)
11:30 AM – Gosh! Is it 2:30 already? Am I late to work again? *sulks, tosses, and turns on the bed* I holler, “Amma, is it 2:30?” Amma says, “Calm down. It’s Sunday, and it’s 11:30.” I heave a sigh of relief. Why do I do this to myself? I can sleep more.
12:35 PM – I reluctantly wake up, fix myself a cup of tea, scratch Boo, and throw her toys 584 times for her to fetch. Good Boo!
1:14 PM – I open the laptop, read blogs, and leave comments.
2:12 PM – Amma yells at me. It’s time for lunch. I attack some greens, and mangoes.
2:45 PM – I continue to read William Trevor’s The Story of Lucy Gault for Cathy 746’s Reading Ireland Month.
5:45 PM – I do not know when exactly I dozed off. I wake up to realise that parents are not at home. Boo is asleep.
5:56 PM – I make a cup of tea again.
6:01 PM – I look at the rising moon, and the trace left by the sinking sun: the sky is now a pink blanket. The house is devoid of people. A comfortable silence descends. I try to sip my tea. But, it is too hot. I read a couple of pages from a book, but focus is elusive. I wonder how sultry it is already. The summer, along with the bitter heat, brings back memories. Some are strange, yet beautiful; some are awkward. But I enter its labyrinth all the same. I think of the tea that’s turning cold now, and I half-heartedly alight from nostalgia. As I leave the room to reheat my tea, I see Boo, sleeping like this moment is eternal, being in the present effortlessly. I let the tea turn colder, and watch her sleep. Peace tiptoes, envelops us, and I ensconce in its warmth.
6:17 PM – I reheat my tea, and continue reading The Story of Lucy Gault.
7:07 PM – I do this doodle for World Sparrow Day.
“How do birds fly? They take themselves lightly.” — Mutts Comic by Patrick McDonnell.
7:42 PM – I do this doodle because I loved An Ember in the Ashes.
“Fear can be good, Laia. It can keep you alive. But don’t let it control you. Don’t let it sow doubts within you. When the fear takes over, use the only thing more powerful, more indestructible to fight it: your spirit. Your heart.”
— An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
8:22 PM – Dinner with parents. I attack more greens, and mangoes.
8:40 PM – I feed Boo
9:16 PM – I write a blog about The Story of Lucy Gault, and read more blogs
11:24 PM – I start reading Paul Kalanithi’s When Breath Becomes Air (I check Facebook, Whatsapp, Twitter, and Instagram often.)
5:15 AM (next day) – I finish reading the book, and retire for the day.
Thank you for reading! 🙂