Morning! Morning is the most beautiful part of a day. It is like the childhood time – fresh, innocent , forgiving and glowing. I love that soft golden light on green branches outside my window. I love fresh aroma of tea – that reminds me of home and the aroma of tea from mom’s kitchen. I love morning news on TV- as if there was no yesterday ; life begins now and here ;everywhere!

I have never been so good with the mornings though. Being an anxious person who tries to protect every next moment of her life , I almost always sleep just before the dawn. I always try to finish reading, work, planning long before the beginning of a new day.

That way, that is the usual life;


I am an early riser on weekends.

I appreciate the beauty of mornings only on two days of the week.

This *wrong* habit has no explanations. It’s not like I sleep early on Fridays or I *hate* other 5 mornings. I even do not go for morning jog on weekend mornings.

Instead, I start the day slowly. I love that little luxury of being lazy in a crazy life. I love sharing the solitude with the lonely Saturday morning. I love standing on my porch and staring at the hummingbird . He doesn’t care if I stare! Most of the times , it’s me , the cup of tea , a book or newspaper , the bird , and all of us drenched in the pure Sunlight.
I feel so awaken .I feel blessed to be able to enjoy that moment.

And all these never happen on weekdays. On weekdays , I curse my morning and try my best to snooze till I can afford . I do not look at outside because everyone at his/her respective den is busy, running around the clock . The Sun is lazy or overactive . The hummingbird keeps distance from the crazy mankind too .There is no place or time to observe *peace*.

Image from Google
Image from Google

Once upon a time, a well known senior at work told me – The key to a successful life is to fall in love with Mondays. He was right , maybe! Because, I have not found that love yet. And either I am unsuccessful in life or lost…!

Whatever it is ..I do not fall for it ! I love waking up early and starting the Saturday as early as possible. That’s quite success. That’s quite love. And together , that’s a successful life I’d like to define.

It’s my decade old love story with the weekend mornings . In my mind , Saturday starts from Friday afternoon..and ends…. on Monday morning.  I love that logic. I am sure everyone loves it. 🙂

*** Do you love your weekend morning nap more than the sunlight and fresh news? Do you love mornings? What is your idea about success in life?


17 responses to “The unusual love”

    • Thank you. It’s silly to love only two mornings every week. But, we all are little insane 😀 Welcome to my blog. I will visit yours pretty frequently 🙂

      • Yeah I agree we are all little insane. Thank you, you have a lovely blog, will read all the posts slowly. Nice to meet you. Thanks for following mine 🙂 Keep in touch. Have a lovely weekend 🙂 getting up early in the morning 😉

  1. Everyday, I love my mornings. In the weekends, I treasure every moment, every minute and savour it, rain or shine, on my balcony. Love your mornings.

    • I wish I can love my mornings too. I wish ..:)
      My mom is an early riser and she loves her mornings. Someday I will be like her…finishing yesterday before the midnight , welcoming today in early morning. I love working on so many things and love reading so much that I stretch my days . My weekend mornings are so different..Nothing stops me from waking up early. Thank you for the inspiration. 🙂

  2. Every day is my weekend at the moment, Monday will be the start of my 7th week out of work. Whilst I hate that commute into work, I relish to have it again, only so I know I can enjoy those weekend mornings without having to worry about the bills.

    • I understand that feeling; it’s like a flat line when weekends and weekdays are similar. We need craziness to appreciate solace . Pretty soon, you will go back to work again. Good luck. And Thanks a lot for the readership. Welcome to my blog.:)

  3. 7 years back, I had the pleasure of being trained by an adorable man ( who I consider my teacher in more than one ways ). And he told me this,” if you can get up at 4 in the morning, you can do anything in the whole wide world”. I didn’t understand it then of course. All nighters were the norm in college days. But having been there, I realise how right he was.

    There is something magical about early mornings, really.

    Thank you for bringing back those memories Archita 🙂

    • Actually that’s a beautiful life lesson. Someday I will try to love early mornings on weekdays too. ..hopefully :D..

      Thank you for sharing a bit from your story here. 🙂 And thank you for the readership.:)

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