a long day of waiting for a very quiet sunday's work to be over. Sundays are pretty boring days. Main offices in Europe are closed and the local customers are busy on the first day of the week.
And on top of that an overpowering thought that life is going stale with a very ordinary routine was making time pass ever more slower. Something has to be done. My shippie friend Nilesh's Facebook wall says '' I heard that women find 6 packs sexy. I've been drinking them but it's not working !'' and that triggered the thought that maybe i should start doing something about my one pack or atleast try to rev up my stamina so that during the next friendly alumni cricket match i wouldnt have to get a runner after batting for four overs.
so i put down the long standing- at- ease treadmill to the floor. well, two kilometers of jogging isnt that bad i guess for a start. but dont ask me how much time i lied down on the sofa. though partially asleep i could hear the lady screaming Thomaaaaaas in the background!!! Am i dreaming ? or has it really got into me?