dear saturday

it's been exactly a month since the last time i got you the way i actually wanted to.... n' isn't it funny?.... my lead is a firm believer of sarcasm.... n' thorough practitioner too. hah!.. n' the one month flashback gathers most of all different shapes of eye brows..... raised ones... not so raised ones.... raised ones with a question mark of "what-are-you-sayin'?" of sorts... n' emails.. whole lot of them... with attachments bein' more re-attached than attached.... n' after such a long battle...... i get a reply of corrupt zip files... hail thee murphy!

n' what did i get after bargainin' you for so long as 30 days??... hmm..... an accurate morbid mornin' for thinkin' of matters that hurts me the most **check**... even though "girl next door" dose was taken from star movies... even more depressin' afternoon... for readin' the letter i printed out yesterday for absolutely no reason but to get depressed..**check**.... photographs clicked... 30 copies...**check**.... documents xeroxed.. 5 copies each... **check**... more pages browsed to look for me but findin' me nowhere..**check**... n' finally writin' a letter to you.... showin' yet again my signs of fatigue for life n' vigour for nothin'...**check**. was that worth bargainin' at all? after three months of grave silence only towards me n' nobody else when i thought you might have seen my words.... you came up with somethin' like yesterday?... that's the problems with fast readers... can't blame you actually.

n' why do i end up havin' nothin'? n' somehow i can't think of tomorrow bein' a oh-so-awaited-sunday because of the oh-so-scary-monday bein' the next day.

v told me yesterday that he was missin' home.. although i didn't quite understand how... he don't quite look like someone who acutally stays in home much which he agreed. hey wait. why am i doin't this? that's none of my business right?

deliriously yours,
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