MONDAY TO SUNDAY
The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like a
volcano about
to fulminate,
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of
blissful
sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my veins,
As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious rays of
the sun
directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly on the ground to get
ready for
the office on MONDAY.
The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin
encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen,
The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every draught of
breath
cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly,
As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to drop the kids to school;
present
my spurious smiles to the outside world on the TUESDAY.
The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble
extruded from
my cheeks,
The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of hunger
leapt
animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of indigestion,
As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline for the
conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the WEDNESDAY.
The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth shattering
dreams
resonated vibrantly through my mind,
My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings engulfing
my neck
had transited into an ungainly black,
As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped to the
airport
in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my breath on the
THURSDAY.
The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in vicinity
struck my
eyes as an obfuscated blur,
The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains; deafening
sneezes
occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak,
As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the cigarette
wafting from
my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the FRIDAY.
The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of
exuberance
seemed to be taking partial control of my speech,
The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my mind; an
insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting through my knuckles,
As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my heart; and
the
plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the SATURDAY.
The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of the clock
miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact on my thunderous
snores,
The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the voice of my
wife
had never seemed so enchanting,
As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than my
dwelling;
embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY.
Nikhil Parekh
