ImageI used to hate Sundays.  Their aura was not right for me. They seemed like the death of the weekend. They were endless and tormenting.

I cannot say that I now look forward to Sundays (as they will always symbolize for me the death of the weekend), but we have transformed them into a family day and we always make special breakfast and lunch for the whole family, so they are cosier and sweeter. They are not days to dread. Especially now that it’s summer and we can spend the whole day either playing out in the garden or inside cooking and baking, generally relaxing and chilling. I sort of cherish most of them. Isn’t it funny how things change?

*Black and White Weekly Photo Challenge* – WEEK 2 : Neighbourhood


This is my neighbourhood; where I live and spend most of my time.

Mind sobriety.

I feel betrayed, disappointed, disillusioned, frustrated. A void inside. Sadness and bitterness. Fury and anger. How is that possible? I don’t know.Image All I know is that I feel all these mixed emotions and finally I’m confused.

A friend of mine once told me that no matter the circumstances I must always be sober in my head. Not blinded by fury or anything. How can one always be calm and control one’s emotions? It’s exhausting and draining. It’s eating me up. Devouring me.

All I want to do is go to bed and try to sleep it off. But that won’t happen. I’ll carry on my daily chores, as I do every day. Keep hoping and wishing for better days. I hope my prayers will be heard…