An afternoon
On a Sunday
I am watching the sunlight outside
There is some impending sleepiness
The mopping machine is working in the background
Tulika telling me something to give my voice for
I decide to sleep
The place I was sitting
The problem was that the legs could not be extended
As there was blanket kept on the bed
Tulika was telling me to do something
And in the middle of this
I slept
Trusting the world will keep spinning on it’s axis when I wake up
The work will be taken care of
One good sleep in the middle of everything
Like stealing one good moment from the hustle of life
Without thinking much
And somehow felt so good when I wake up
And to write this into a poem is almost a sin
No great moments, no great story, nothing great
Yet, simple has won my heart forever
And this is one hug to that experience of simple in our lives
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