The day started with a jog in the park. I could not remember the last time I gave my body some real exercise. And not surprisingly, it had moaned and groaned throughout the jog. I had decided to leave the day wholly to myself. I shall not be working to meet some crazy deadline, I shall not be meeting someone's expectations and I shall not be making anyone happy but myself, today.
The weather has been nice throughout the day. Cool and windy. Everything seems so fine and I am not in a hurry. It's a day I had been longing for without having realised
I made lunch. The stomach needs a rest today. No MSG, no nonsense stuff shall enter the stomach today. So I boiled radish soup (mum makes this a hundred times better) fried bitter gourd omelette and sliced the tomato that had waited impatiently in the fridge.
I went to the quay to do some reading. I picked up the novel that I had put aside for too long -- Haruki Murakami's 1Q84. Nothing spells more beautifully than a book you like with wind blowing on your face that smelled of the salty sea.
Hope you enjoyed your Saturday.
