Some Ulta Pulta

As alarm goes on she snoozes it off who wakes up so early on a Sunday. Its the only day in the week when she sleeps and extends her ongoing dreams. With few minutes on, the mobile beeps reminding her again that it’s time to creep out of the bed and move life. She gives this thought a miss but before that she open her eyes a little, checks the time on the phone, moves her thumb in a pattern to see the notification since she slept. A b'day of a friend, few likes & comments. Still reposed on her messy bed, she takes a selfie of a half closed eye with a string of hair falling off with swag and puts it on a app with many hashtags. Disposing her thoughts again now she closes her eyes for a nap to begin. This time it goes for a stretched span before her phone starts to sirens loud in her half sleep she does realise this music plays when mom is on line. Bringing her out of bed and a call to attend she is thinking of her way to sound and act. But one thing is for sure that it’s just th

With ray of light she open her eyes to fill her world with her care & love Even though when everyone is sleep weekend retire never sways her thought She does her chores with all the zeal no body sees her taking any rest She is always upright at her best She plans the whole day to spend some time with her busy husband and children grown From the crunchy breakfast to savoury lunch she makes all special dishes for them to relish But her Sundays have become void too all have clubs, friends and commitments prefixing mom & darling to the phrase I am going, will be back soon, they all leave for the Sunday to play As everyone goes out leaving her there lonely she just parts all the preparations she was doing And she laid back on her bed, lazily, tiredly creeping in to herself and dreaming of that, yet to come ‘Relaxed loving Sunday of her life.’