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Commuters boarded trains and buses, their faces buried in newspapers or illuminated by the soft glow of their smartphones as they embarked on their daily journey to work. In offices and workplaces, the morning was a time of anticipation. Employees gathered around coffee machines, exchanging sleepy smiles and lighthearted banter before diving into the day's tasks. Managers and executives prepared for meetings, sipping on their morning brew while scanning through emails and setting the tone for the day's agenda.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Monday Morning On Monday morning, Helen got dressed with unusual deliberation. She intentionally dressed herself to look prudish. She couldn’t help it. If she showed up at work looking even a little bit playful she knew it was going to be a day of backlash. She wore black trousers, a white collared shirt, no accessories, and only minimal product so that her short hair didn’t look unruly. Her glasses looked thick even after she applied her mascara. She had to look professional and steady.

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"To reduce the boredom in my life that has lasted hundreds of years. So, in every century I will build new businesses, because trying new things is my hobby - like you." Angel was silent, for some reason there was pain in his heart when he heard Erick's last sentence. He smiled crookedly as he spoke softly. "So... you just think of me as a new toy?"

LUCY As I stood by the xerox machine, feeding it paper after paper, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration building up within me. Printing out documents, answering calls, and running errands had become the mundane routine of my job. I jabbed at the buttons on the machine with more force than necessary, my annoyance clearly evident.

I wish there was a way I would have stayed at his end Instead of living. It took a lot to leave his house. I went to the office for work on Monday. As usual I met Dennis, we were the two people who came to work much earlier than expected and was always before anyone else. I was in a good mood from the happenings of the weekend and Dennis asked me why I was happy on a Monday morning when everyone hated Monday mornings because of work. I just smiled at him. Dennis and I chatted and laughed for a while. After sometime we saw Leo also coming to work. He greeted us and walked to his office looking and acting like his usual cold self.

for everything. ***

Every year of loving a child who had come to them already carrying something they couldn't name. Worth it. All of it. Every ordinary, extraordinary day.