Afternoons...

Remember we used to be asked to write essays in school titled, ‘If I was the prime minister of the country’?

Well, if I were the leader of this world, I would ban the time of the day between 1pm and 4pm.

All afternoons with their morphia-like lethargy and stupor-inducing, meaningless existences with the time passing like warm tar crawling uphill, and when the mind just refuses to acknowledge even the spark of a hope of activity and it is so hard to believe that there can be such things as the bright and cheery mornings or the vivacious nights issued to us alongside the afternoons.

Thank the good Lord for coffee. Even instant coffee.

And yes, this was written in the afternoon.