"Wake up, wake up...

It's a brand new dayyyyy...

Wake up, wake up..."

The alarm rang from somewhere far.

Hmmm...

I don't want to wake up.

It's not a BRAND NEW day.

It's​ just the same old, bad day.

I got up and snoozed it.

Hmmm....

What to do??

Let's just sleep...

"Seems like everybody got a price, 

I wonder how they sleep at night..

When the sales come first and the truth comes second..."

Shit!!??!!!!

It's my phone's ringtone.

Who is calling me now on this UNGODLY hour??!!??

What's the time ?

I squinted at the clock.

It's 11 am... Already...

'Oi oi!!!' I thought, 'Who on earth is calling me at 11 am in the morning?? Is this the time to call a person?? Can't a decent, hardworking person sleep peacefully till 11 freaking am in the morning!?????'

Wait what...

11 AM...

WHAT THE HELL!!

My eyes widened like saucers. It would probably be the size of UFOs.

Wait what...

I sighed heavily. My brain has turned into molasses.

'Yeah, must be my incredibly fantastic noses-in-everybody's-business family...' I thought, 'Great... Just what I needed in the Mornings!!!'

I sighed even more deeply.

I feel like a sloth AFTER my whole left-at-the-alter affair.

Is that what it's called??

In the retrospect, I should have known something like this would happen. I do this for a living. Uhh... I mean not really to speculate whether my marriage is gonna be called off by a distrustful, deceiving, weak dog. No, I don't do that.

I'm a portfolio manager. I decide the best investment plan for an individual as per his income, age as well as ability to undertake risks. Investment is essential for every earning individual. One must keep aside some amount of his/her income for tough times. Unavoidable circumstances might arise anytime and one needs to have sufficient funds to overcome the same.

Boo boo!!!

Boring, I know.

I sigh again. I really need to clear my head.

My cell phone rang again. I don't want to pick it up. It must be one of my parents or my siblings or even my far off relations.

I sigh again. This is becoming a habit... Signing...

My family rant about the broken engagement - Sigh

I get scolded by my boss - Sigh

My mom baked pecan pie - Sigh

My brothers mutter darkly to kill my ex fiance - Sigh

A customer yells at me - Sigh

This is what my life has become. 

The mobile rang again. I got up to see the caller's name. It was my father. That's a surprise. Not that I'm not close to my father. It's just that for past days, while others in my family either threatened to castrate his delicate.... uh... manhood or whatever... or tried to fatten me up. Yes... My family believes that I am suffering from Depression. And additionally they believe that everything can be cured by eating!!?!!

Of Course, you would disagree unless your mother cooks as good as mine does. Then, You just shut up and only open your mouth to TLC Food.

Some would give me advice to get a makeover. Possibly, the breakup could be the result of me having wild hair which would remain tamed with an 'do-whatever-you-want-to-do' attitude. 

Some would recommend me self help books to "Rejuvenation" myself... Whatever that means...

Or some could give me advice to attend more social gatherings to re-enter the dating pool. Sigh...

My father stood as a rock during the past weeks. He always has been this silent, enigmatic man who always stands in the back of every family gatherings in photos. He has always been the backbone of our family. 

Stood aside to witness and record our joys in albums, videos. And Standing before us, protecting when we have any problems.

I picked up the phone. "Hello..."

"My darling, how are u?" My mom's sweet voice flowed through the phone. When I was a child, my mom used to pamper us even more than other moms. Even then I noticed it. When I grew up I asked her about it, she told me that she wanted to be a mother as good as my grandma was. I vaguely remember my grandma who was full of smiles.

"Hey Mom, What's up?" I asked, already dreading the answer. I knew she was worried. But never have I seen a more organised and calm person such as my mom... Except some melodramatic and embarrassing moments she had... But then again, all parents try hard to embarrass their kids. At least, they tried their best in raising us right!!!

Of course, life won't be as entertaining as then. I sigh again, only this time happily remembering good old days.

"I am making my special pecan pie. I am calling to know if you are coming today for dinner or not?"

Wow, got to hand it to my mother... Way better than asking whether you have a date or not?? Are you still on Post-Peter Renaissance?? Are you alone, all alone, FOR ETERNITY......??!!??? Ohh Man, my brain is still sleeping!!!

Coffee.... coffee.... sweet coffee where are you?? I can't function without caffeine in my system. It will override without it. I know this addiction is not good but I need to have it.

"I don't have anything to do tonight but I don't feel like coming. Maybe next time?" 

It's rude, I get it but seriously, I was not in the mood to indulge anyone.

"It's ok, hon. But take care, Ok?" my mom said, a bit like a kicked puppy. But she doesn't rebuke me. I sincerely hope that God gives all such understanding mothers. I don't know what I will do without her.

"Ok Mom, Bye. Love you..."

"I love you too, hon.."

I looked over from my window to the busy street below. I had taken a leave... well, was MADE to take a leave by my superior Aiden, stating that my current state of mind is not favorable for working complex calculations, statistics and dynamic forensics, blah blah blah...

I stopped listening after a while and found the ceiling of his cabin way more interesting, it had 2 cracks, 7 cobwebs, 6 ceiling lights. I would have continued tabulating over to his table or his bookshelf after his ceiling but in between he stopped and looked expectantly at me, hoping for a reply.

I smiled slightly and nodded. Which seemed to set him off to another conversation.

Let me tell you guys, just smile and nod. You can get out of a lot of conversations where you aren't listening and don't want to seem rude while doing so, you know?

Like when your Mom takes on and on about how you don't visit as much, Smile and nod...

Like when your Father explains what is wrong with your car, Smile and nod...

Like when your teacher tells you that why is it wrong to step up to bullies and you punch them like you mean business, Smile and nod (as much serenely as you can, with a black eye and wet clothes)...

Like when your boss asks you if you have any problems with him and how can he solve them, Smile and nod (Never disagree with what your boss does, guideline from #Ways to keep your employment)....

So I smiled, nodded and accepted a leave (of course paid, an awesome person like me can't be on leave without pay, even my colleagues know that). But sleeping till 11 every morning doesn't feel like a viable option. My Border Collie, Danny came along silently padding against the floor. He stood next to me silently for a while then turned to me, staring with soulful black eyes. I stared at him for a while.

It was a staring game where none of the participants wanted to let go first. Don't know whether it is physically possible but Danny widened his eyes slightly as in, Are you kidding me, what do you think this is?? A Staring game?? and let out a sigh, all without blinking his eyes. 

I blinked and rolled my eyes, because I didn't want to be the first human in the history to win against a dog and do something foolish as dance around him and yell 'You lose, you LOSER, how do you feel about that, huh?' Much like how I'm feeling now.

Now, Danny blinked and tilted his head sideways as if not understanding my complex thought process (which truthfully, is weird to expect from a dog but then again.... this WAS Danny). 

"Ohh stop it, I am on leave!!!" I said to him.

He looked and stared for a while again. 

"So what if I sleep till 11, its normal on a holiday." 

He continued his staring. 

I fidgeted a bit on my chair like a rebellious teen across his school principal. "Look you are not my mom, okk?? I already got a call from her."

Still more staring... 

Now, I felt embarrassed, "She made pecan pie soo..."

He barked once. "I know you are worried..."

He again barked. "But I bet you are happy... You, anyways, didn't like him!??"

Again, don't know whether it was physically possible for a dog to look disgusted, but yes, Danny looked disgusted by mere mention of my fiance.

"So, brunch??" Danny barked a few times happily and ran across the room to the kitchen to his appointed seat by my chair at the table. I headed towards the kitchen and started on my world famous hot chocolate pancakes.

I headed towards the kitchen and started on my world famous hot chocolate pancakes.

*Later*

I was still on the world news page when Danny started whimpering. I looked at him, not worried that he was sick (I take my son very seriously, no illness is going to touch him!!! Cross my heart and hope to die...) but still curious as to what got his attention. 

I looked over to find his paws on a newspaper which has articles on life (you know celebrity fashion, trends, articles on leading a good, healthy life, etc.) 

I got down from the chair and got to his level. Let me tell you, it was creepy when I saw Danny (still 3 months old pup, I had him since he was one.) with newspaper for the first time and turning over pages as his eyes glazed over the written words. Now, Not so much. I have long accepted my son's brilliance and that was it. 

The End. No further creepy thoughts on subject matter.

"What is it??" I was not getting it. He had his paw on the picture of a model with short hair and pretty smile. I looked over the photo and back up to him. He stared. 

I looked down and back up again and down and rapidly up getting where he was getting at. 

"You want this hairstyle on me??" I asked uncertainty, considering what the world has come to. Granted, I love Danny like my son, but after being left at the alter, taking fashion advice from a Dog, howsoever smart, is not high on my list.

Danny barked. I sighed. Well, it was a while since I got an haircut. I was trying to keep it long since Peter liked it like that. Hmmm....

Well, this could be the first step towards my rejuvenation. Isn't it always recommended in #Ways to get over your Ex? This was a good idea. Of course, not a makeover but some small acceptable changes (I don't like change much, can't deal with it. I like planning things, so I don't like surprises!!!) are the way to go.

"Have I told you, I am shopping today? What do you want??" I asked him feeling like a proud mother to a child who knows me well. Danny looked down to the newspaper and put his paw on a photo of a cute puddle dog. 

"I can't get you a wife." I replied him, horrified and truthfully shuddered with the thought of my son getting married and going away from me. "If you want to get married, take a girl on date like a respectable gentleman, woe her and then marry her. Geez!!" 

I looked up to the ceiling, not to look at it like my superior's cabin, but to pray to God, to give the same patience to all mothers. Thank God, I was such a good girl, I have never been problematic to my mother. 

Yes, there were some incidents with her car... with her pearl necklace which I still remember sparkled unnaturally, with the stove accidentally catching fire, also that part where I called the fire brigade and told them a dragon lit the fire, not me..... He didn't believe me nor did my mom. But hey apart from all these and some more incidents, I was the most dutiful and loveable daughter.

Danny rolled his eyes and tapped his paws specifically to a new dog food can beside the cute dog. "That I can get you" and got a happy bark and sloppy, excited licks all over my face.

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