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7 Days of uselessness

                   This is the thing I kept pondering today..What have I become this week?It has been seven days since my mom and sister went out of station and my home has become completely quite except for the chit chat I have with my dad once he comes home late at the night usually after 10.30. So practically I have mastered the art of washing,cleaning & cooking which I find quite boring and annoying when my mom is at home. Everyday I wake up and cook something and I rejoice at the fact that I've cooked something eatable.All these days I had skipped my morning walk, my reading habit and most particularly my practice of reading my subject daily has become a long forgotten habit. Not because I was busy, Simply because I've become super lazy. So that's it.. It was so easy for me to fit into the new routine. Even if it was not acceptable, it was adaptable. As a human being, this is the most dreaded phase, changing and fitting into someone else's shoes and forgetting our own style. Fitting into a routine is an ultimate disaster.I Think about Monday mornings..That says it all! Have I ever welcomed Monday with open arms? Have I ever tried to change that? It was so easy to curse Mondays than practically putting some effort to change that. I had big plans when I came to know I'm gonna be home alone but all that plans had vanished in  thin air..One good thing that came out of  this is I've created my own blog, which I always wanted to! So this only one so called accomplishment(putting one step forward) makes me forget all my mistakes as usual. I've got 4 more days of being alone at home. Should atleast put some effort in making myself useful. Let me first dust and retrieve the books I borrowed for reading.

Confidently,
Aswini
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