SHOWER OF.................FEELINGS

It is that day of the week again, the day to sit in oblivion, a day to let go of one's self.A rainy day, a day that brings forth many certain and uncertain thoughts to mind.A day when you want to just laze around on your linen, lying on your stomach, hands on cheeks and smiling at the small birds pecking on the pools of water.Longing to get wet in the rain and jumping on those pools.
The day when many couples would walk by the sea, hands in hands singing old hindi songs. The day when you want to make a nice tea to yourself and sit with yourself for sometime.The day when one would want to start scribbling their diaries to control the upsurge of feelings. This day makes a concrete jungle seem as beautiful as the hills.
When the serene surroundings beckon us to let the emotions go haywire.This day makes every girl appear as a belle.A day when you want to keep listening to that one melody again and again.
It is that day of the week again when footballers would play with such enthusiasm as though palying in the world cup in a muddy ground and soiling their clothes,dancing away that peculiar way, on a goal.
It is a day when children would make boats out of those stale newspapers and set them asail on the streams of water running down the colony roads and running with them.
It is that day of the week again..................................which arouses endless feelings.