Waiting for a day ... thats still far away....
When the sun light peeps through the window in the morning, eyes search for the wall clock to check time whether its too late to get up. body hessitates to accept another day, mind is already tired and lost.... wished I would have not waken up forever, but as a mockry of fact... I am alive even today...... reaching the workplace, and seeing no change in the mentality of either the staff nor the students... grievances everywhere and excuses every side... every one has a point that substaiate their view, when the day progresses slowly in its path no hunger or thirst hits me back but just tired to move each inch again to do the work required from my side atleast... lot of people die every minute, every day... dont know why I spared out each day like an extended grace time for me alone too see the agony of life and people, nothing much to earn or learn, no desire to do anything again only waiting for the time to come... asif my messenger is somewhere behind me...