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Lazy Sundays.

         
                   SUNDAY..What would we do without this wonder day? Really, after slogging like donkeys all week long, there is a relief we feel when we think about this day. No need for setting the alarm, or rushing through the day, working like robots at the assembly line in a factory.  Instead, just laze around, give the nerves the much needed break from the 'edgy' living, and relax, to get those batteries charged!

              Today, I did just that! And, boy! did I enjoy it! Decided to get pampered, after quite a long time. Day in, day out, we pamper our families. So, definitely, we, too, need some, don't we? Just a hop, skip and jump, and there I was, at my beautician's, looking forward to some heavy duty pampering. A luxurious head massage was what I desperately needed. It had been going through too much stress, lately. So, some TLC was in order.

             My girl at the salon does have magic in her fingers. After asking me to sit back and relax, she got down to business:  her fingers began a slow, rhythmic  dance on my scalp, making me drowsy in no time at all! I had just begun to slip in a state of coma, when I was  in for a pleasant surprise. She brought out the head massager -- a gadget she strapped onto her hand -- which vibrated when switched on. Then, it was sheer bliss! Intoxicating! Relieving! Relaxing! Ummmm......she had me all moaning and groaning..asking for more! Yes, she, too, had that amused look on her face, coupled with an embarrassed giggle. But, I was beyond caring what the world thought about this lunatic sitting in the salon!

             I had shut out the world and its madness, and had no intention of disturbing this state of inebriation for anything at all. 45 minutes of kneading of tired muscles, 45 minutes of loosening of  tensed nerves, and I was ready to slip into this drunken stupor like state. Getting out of that chair after those precious 45 minutes and going back to the madding world, was, however, an ordeal. But, I don't want to think of it. I simply want to keep floating. And fix an appointment for my next session. For next Sunday! 


NaBloPoMo November 2014

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