Tick… Tick… Tick
Bashing the alarm clock and closing my eyes again, thinking to wake up again after 5 min…🤭🤭
IT’S 12 IN THE NOON, I WAS GOING TO WAKE UP IN 5 MINS!!!!😣😣
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😉😉
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.
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.
For a couch lover this seems to be a blessing, but somewhere deep in my heart, I am starving for the lipsmacking “STREET FOOD“😋
I’d rather prepare a snack now or else my stomach will start cursing my thoughts away.
More on the couch stories coming your way. Stay tuned
P.S. The below is the reflection of my lockdown party friends