the eternal bliss!!!

i am refreshed.... for a change i am @ work and not feeling sleepy. i feel like a packed Duracell. charged to the brim.
i have reasons for it. yesterday morning i decided to reach my workplace on time. i really wanted to avoid the traffic and was also craving for something new... so out i came with a rocking idea to pull my bike off it's stand.
after wiping the thick layer of dust that had accumulated under the cover, it tried to kick start it. the fuel didn't start burning till i pulled the choke.
so off i was vroooooming @ 80-100 kms per hour. the best part is that it takes me not more than 40-45 minutes to touch noida which is a good 35 kms run. as soon as i reached work i realized that i was feeling a bit dirty here and there. especially my eyes get really cranky with the persistent trachoma that i suffer from. so i had to wash up a bit before hitting my keyboard.

work was not much fun. another boring day where i keep moving all around noida when i should be found seated and reading the design documents handed to me. i decided to get up @ 6:15pm to start my voyage back home via gk-1.
i gave up the intermediate halt without a second thought keeping in mind my physical condition. i had started feeling very tired and my shoulders were soon going to give up. would this have been my old organization i would have abandoned my bike in the parking lot and taken a cab back home. but that was not the case. so i took off via the toll road. i was almost dead when i had touched the aiims flyover. i gave up @ hayatt. stopped by the footpath under a tree. it was pretty dark. put my baby on the side-stand. sat on the footpath with my head on her seat. pocketed the keys and in not time i realized that i had almost dozed off.
what the fuck???? what was happening??? i had no clue... i liked it. it was like eternal bliss. i held me senses once again to realize that i had a better place to sleep just 20 minutes away.
rode off again. this time my arse was giving up. why did i take my bike in the first place???

finally i reached home by 7:10pm. yelled for food. had the same even before changing my dirty clothes. and by the time it was 8:00pm i had already slept. slept to glory. i loved each single second of it. i had decided to get up at 4:00 am to read. couldn't obviously...

8am was when my sleep gave way. i was up and shining after 12 hours of astonishing sleep on a weekday. fantabulous is the word for it.
i wish i could sleep forever and ever again. sleep and never get up. 'coz getting up brings miseries to me. miseries inexpecible. miseries unwanted. miseries which i can do without!!!
i still remember the hostel days when we had exams and i couldn’t sleep due to anxiety. i used to lie down in my bed, feeling my mother's hand ruffle my hair. and then.... eternity!!!

ma.........put me to sleep...