Ah… It’s time again, to pen down my thoughts on my open diary. This time it’s about the diminutive sins, I’ve been doin this month. It’s been a month of relaxation. Letting my mind do whatever it wanted to – sparing the rod and spoiling the child. The major peccadillo that took over the control of ma brain is slumber – deep slumbers. Slept for hours together... Evening, night, noon… Ah… Unperturbed slumber. I guess, I would have beaten the hibernation period of a polar bear. The minute I sit on the cushion furniture, with a lovely book in hand, one could find my eyes drooping. The next minute, in deep slumber. Of course, sleep does make you feel better and energetic. But mine was deep slumber, vegetating my brain. Convoying this indulgence is the master of all fiascos – Mr. Sloth. With me wherever I move - in the class, in the
corridors, in the streets, at home. He’s been all around me, in every deed of mine, encompassing me with his sumptuous love. God… This Cupid cant find me a better companion?? So much engrossed by his power, that I didn even wish my friends a happy valentine, gave them no proper response when contacted. Parent’s words never moved out of the other ear, as they found the entrance to the first blocked. I know, all these are ludicrous whimpers. But the big picture – have been soooo lazy that I couldn carry on with the routine actions, which don expect you to spend much of your energy. Well, the third offence – gorging on food items. I could eat a whole lot of junk items despite hearing the premonitions ma brain was furnishing. I can give you the permutation: Mr. Sloth -> Food -> Slumber. Mr. Sloth was struck by Cupid’s arrow n he was chasing me. Myself, behind food. And too much of food stuffing, ensuing in slumbers. SFS (Sloth Food Slumber) my predominant escorts of Cupid month… I could proudly say anyone that I received valentine card this month. From 3 people, oh sorry, from 2.. I was behind food..
Well, listen Deepa (That’s myself). You had enough of leisure this month. I would better say, for the whole year. Wake up from your deep hibernation. Time to depart from your sweetheart – Mr. Sloth. (Ahhh… Cupid, watch out for my retaliation. I would hit back at you in the right time). It’s time that you have to start putting your efforts again. Wake up and Work.
It would be defying myself and ma blog’s address (SPARK OF THE DYING HOPE – finding good in evil), if I’m skeptic about the one benefit this month has brought me. This month has also been a month for exhalation of toxins. The toxins in my mind, due to lack of sleep. The sleep, the abundant food has helped me recuperate energy, I was deficient of. Feel more energized. But letting this habit pursue, would hamper my expedition of exploring life, accomplishing my dreams, aspirations… So, awakening from the deep sleep…
