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Not just another weekend.

It's Saturday again, yet it's one of those rare guilt free weekends I have to my self. All of the other weekends, mostly I'll have commitments for them, and I am guilty everytime I fail to deliver my claims.

Not this weekend thought.

This is one of those weekends when you enjoy an early afternoon tea with a random movie on the television ( including th advertisement breaks in between ) with lazy afternoon, a chattery evening and a night spent watching your favourite football match with late night pasta and coke.

I am just a student yet. Not all my decisions are mine completely. It's not on the television I want to watch these matches on.. I was to go at the venue, with my friends and watch the match with the audience vibing there.  I don't want the match to end by just turning off the screen. I want to sit there, let it occupy my decisions for a day or two and comeback not just with scores, but with an unforgettable experience.

The same thing goes for the movie. Not just another lousy evening in front of the screen actully waiting for the movie to end. I want to head out, dress up, dine out and if possible, turn off the social media chaos to actully have good time with my live social circle.

What after that ?

Come back to home/ hotel / wherever I am staying , get a sober hot coffee and my favourite author's novel , sit on the couch just by the side of window so that my thoughts ain't stopped by the walls.  I want to be able to witness the night, flying by, living , vibing, and ultimately, waking up.

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