Its a weekend and I am lazily sitting on the swing trying to be the regular weekender who gets amazed just looking at the blue sky and quirky birds. I see others in the opposite building doing the same - staring at the sky and trying to remember when was the last time they had such a peaceful evening - oh yes! the last weekend :/
I start skimming through my Instagram profile after the nature becomes not-so-charming. The posts are of food more than people - my stomach growls. I try hiding it under the song that I've started humming.
I see that tattoos are the new fad. People are getting themselves inked - this includes my friends from work and a junior from college.
My phone lets out a screech and I see who has decided to disturb my peace. Its my junior from college who has got a tattoo, took a pic, uploaded it onto Instagram and other social media and now calling everyone to tell them to look at his profile. I tell him "but its so permanent!!"
He seems distant to my comments. (might be thinking of whom to call next)
I get up to change so that i can get my legs to walk for a bit in the park nearby (post pregnancy weight still weighing me down)
I see the stretch marks and hell yeah - they are permanent too but they are not pretty and don't come in preferred designs for sure. I'm getting out of the house for sure - the evening has not been great and I have started my week with a frown
I start skimming through my Instagram profile after the nature becomes not-so-charming. The posts are of food more than people - my stomach growls. I try hiding it under the song that I've started humming.
I see that tattoos are the new fad. People are getting themselves inked - this includes my friends from work and a junior from college.
My phone lets out a screech and I see who has decided to disturb my peace. Its my junior from college who has got a tattoo, took a pic, uploaded it onto Instagram and other social media and now calling everyone to tell them to look at his profile. I tell him "but its so permanent!!"
He seems distant to my comments. (might be thinking of whom to call next)
I get up to change so that i can get my legs to walk for a bit in the park nearby (post pregnancy weight still weighing me down)
I see the stretch marks and hell yeah - they are permanent too but they are not pretty and don't come in preferred designs for sure. I'm getting out of the house for sure - the evening has not been great and I have started my week with a frown
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