One Sunday

Sunday...

i woke up 7.30 in the morning, considering my life, its still to early but had to take pappa to a funeral..
i woke up and sat on the bad, my head was complaining inside, it wanted to sleep more. i was thinking about the dream i was about to finish the moment my mom woke me up. i felt silent and empty headed. it was a usual morning in january.. cool breeze was outside, i could hear it.

we set out and i was thinking about people while i was driving, my mom in back seat kept reminding me that i'm way over fast but i didn't listen.. pappa and mummy were chatting about something, i stopped listening and started lingering with memories..

every day begins as the sun rises and ends when we sleep, we goes through a number of instances everyday and its like a big drawing board and thousands of instances that makes up a big collage that our life is, everyone is connected to it some way..