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Slide 1: Monday to Sunday The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like a volcano about to fulminate, The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of blissful sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my veins, As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious rays of the sun directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly on the ground to get ready for the office on MONDAY. The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen, The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every draught of breath cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly, As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to dropp the kids to school; present my spurious smiles to the outside world on the TUESDAY. The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble extruded from my cheeks, The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of hunger leapt animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of indigestion, As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline for the conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the WEDNESDAY. The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth shattering dreams resonated vibrantly through my mind, My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings engulfing my neck had transited into an ungainly black, As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped to the airport in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my breath on the THURSDAY.
Slide 2: The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in vicinity struck my eyes as an obfuscated blur, The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains; deafening sneezes occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak, As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the cigarette wafting from my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the FRIDAY. The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of exuberance seemed to be taking partial control of my speech, The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my mind; an insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting through my knuckles, As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my heart; and the plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the SATURDAY. The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of the clock miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact on my thunderous snores, The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the voice of my wife had never seemed so enchanting, As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than my dwelling; embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.