As a kid, I spend the week days in school. I didn’t even have time to play when I get back home. I was
also sent to bed early in the evening for the next day class. I used to get tired of loathe this routine.
But, whenever Saturday comes; everything changes. It was my day of freedom!
I feel Saturday like a holiday. A beautiful day with the chirpings of birds, the blossoms of flowers, the
dazzling of the sun, the whisper of the wind makes it special.
In Saturdays, everything had a touch of love. When the wind touches my body, I feel it like the vibrations
of music. It was like leaning on safe hands that embraces me stronger. There was warmth in my heart
just like I kissed honey and milk-I say. The intimacies with my moments in Saturdays were like cherishing
love to everything. Something with a sense of unpleasantness wanders away. The heart and intuition
mingle. Blessings fill in. And I flicker and glimmer in my Saturdays! For me, Saturdays are the sources of
good fortunes. All these words are vernaculars of ecstasy so are my works about Saturday. I would have
married Saturday, if it were a man!
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