Empty Weekends

Three continuous off-days. Phew, I'm glad it's coming to an end. I've to endure another 15 more hours before I can be back in my office and attending to a dozen things that'll keep my brain ticking.

No. Don't mistake me to be a workaholic. I'm not. It's just that I don't seem to have an active social or any other kind of life outside my office. I'm become to be scared of weekends because I've absolutely nothing left to do when I'm home. Yes I still watch a lot of movies but there's a limit to everything, isn't it? Six movies a day with at least four of them as back to back is all that I can afford on an off-day.

This has never happened to me before. I mean, I used to be a man with varied interests and a weekend from work was something I always looked forward to in the past. I hangout with a dear friend or go for a long ride with my camera, or sit home and write a story, or... But now? What happened? How did I end up becoming like this?

I write no more. I sing no more. I read no more. I travel no more. I take photos no more.

My weekends have become a most uninvited experience to me. I hate them now. Worse, I'm scared of them now!


Ammose said…
Delighted to see you back writing which is a good start. Force yourself into something, make it a schedule which would cost you money and time. Else you are not going out of that numbness. Trust me it works.

I was in the same state being away from home, family and friends. II joined a dance club and took up quality reading. This is better!
Ekanthapadhikan said…
Thank you for the encouraging words!

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