The Little Sweatshop of Thoughts

i think i know why my dad preaches to me ‘roshni, bring some routine to your life’. for as long as i have known, my dad symbolises work life. it is all clockwork and there is a certain constant hum to his day to day activities, like the ambient noise of the air conditioner. so after nearly a week at work, i feel as though i have been sucked into this unknown place called routine.

wakeup. gym. breakfast. commute. work. lunch. work. teabreak. work. commute. bathe. dinner. tv. sleep

a skip in that rhythm and you are all off kilter. which happened on tuesday and painfully reminded me that time is money and sleep is meant to be lost in the long run. :/