By : Advaita
No retreat no relief no exempt from effort
No leaves no holidays no time for time for self
An early, early morning, you slept till late , you didn’t put up the alarm,
How did you wake?
now carrying a headache
Pull the sheets over and
as you do, the alluring aroma of freshly cooked vegetables leaves the kitchen door
A shower later you realize that you have a uniform that seems ironed
A pair of beaming shoes, ready to welcome your feet soon.
Within that single morning hour of yours, what did you do? Freshen, brush, bathe and comb your hair too?
Oh! The other things that get themselves done are the shoes, the uniform, the food!