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||Hold on..

* I finally have access to my blog again YAYYY! *

I wake up. I get ready. I go to work. I'm out of the house before I can properly adjust my eyes to the morning brightness. I book a ride to work. I get to work. I grab a bite to eat so I don't fall asleep again. I work. Work work work work work. I have lunch. Say me have to work work work work work work. I take a break. I work some more. I book a ride home. I have dinner, maybe watch some videos while I eat. I fall asleep before I even realise I'm sleepy.

This monotony is heartbreaking.
There are mornings where my alarm goes off and I don't want to wake up and wish there was an infinite snooze.
There are afternoons where my head feels like it's bursting at the seams.
There are evenings where the breeze doesn't bring solace but a speck of loneliness.
There are nights where I'm so tired I can't sleep.

But every time I'm about to give up, I remember the little things.
The morning - just cold enough to make you shiver but warm enough to make you ditch that scarf.
The taste of freshly made hot poha for breakfast while observing people with friends.
The smell of hot tea when your head hurts.
The kid wearing a tutu that waves at you.
The husky that patiently waits in the corner of the lift because you're scared of dogs.
A familiar voice, a friend, a stranger.
New friends, new adventures.
Travel. Hills. Rivers. Greenery.

Life is all the little things.
Monotony has excitement in it if you look closely.

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