Tick… Tick… Tick
Trrrrriiinnnngggg😳😳
Bashing the alarm clock and closing my eyes again, thinking to wake up again after 5 min…🤭🤭
HUHHH!!!!
IT’S 12 IN THE NOON, I WAS GOING TO WAKE UP IN 5 MINS!!!!😣😣
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This was a basic routine of every Sunday morning before the Lockdown.
A full on Saturday night, bundled with waking up late and no worries of going to work, a ‘PURE BLISS’😇
Saturday nights, were like:
Bang Bang!! For the party freaks🥳🥳,
Bassheads!! Headbanging and feeling the calm in front of the speakers🤩🤩,
A party at Pub!! Literally cracking our bones while dancing yourself out😎😎,
Round of Shots! Shots! Shots! For the great CHUGGERS🍻🍻,
Making rings from the smoke of the Shisha! Satisfaction for the distressed soul🌬️🌬️
Saturday was the best.. Grabbing a tower of beer with a horde of friends, dancing like a gully boy, impressing Girls with our moves, watching the Blacked out people doing weird stuff, tables filled with chitchatters and crazy people dancing on the tables.🤟🤟
Woah! That’s what a perfect Saturday was.
A GREAT SATURDAY WAS LITERALLY LIKE THIS with a huge bunch of Bro’s and their sisters😉😉
YAWNNN!😴😴
Lazy day ahead…
Grabbing the will power to get up and gobble up the brunch while chilling with some booze and Bae.🍴
Some shopaholic soul would prefer going out in the evening and having a relaxing stroll.🛍️
Some would prefer to relieve the stress at a Spa while cozying up oneself.💆🏻
A great trip for family bonding.🥳
A visit to amusement park to pamper the little ones🤩
SUNDAY! The relaxing day. The soothing calmness for the tired and distressed body. A day for creating the bonding and reduce the pressure. An opportunity to open oneself and explore the neverending possibilities. All packed to give energy for the week ahead.
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Those were the weekends we had. Those were the weekends we wanted.
Those were the weekends we lived for.
A tribute to our beloved “WEEKENDS“
which are now lost in the times of lockdown, and everyday now, seems to be a “Gloomy Sunday“. A gloomy long weekend which is somewhere lost in the strides of Corona.
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For a couch lover this seems to be a blessing, but somewhere deep in my heart, I am starving for the lipsmacking “STREET FOOD“😋
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I’d rather prepare a snack now or else my stomach will start cursing my thoughts away.
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More on the couch stories coming your way. Stay tuned
P.S. The below is the reflection of my lockdown party friends