What is it about Sundays which always make me feel restless like a caged bird, like a river obstructed I want to brake free, I need to flow I use all my strength in doing so but still I held something back may be I'm scared may be I'm not sure that the path I will take will be the right one or more like, Will I like it?? The distructions I will ensue, the bonds broken irrevocably, misgivings, curses, unhappiness; is it all worth to do so. Will it lead me to the happiness everyone is always talking about but then again what is happiness. Will I be happy with the things I want if I get them I don't think so if I get what I want I will have another set of things which I don't want or which i want instead n that is going to make me restless again. So is it sunday Or is it some melancholy in me which don't leave me in peace but why the rest of the week is as uneventful as weak cold tea. Iguess its Me.......
