As the big and small arms both slowly move towards the number 12, I realize that another day has come to an end. Every day is the same... busy, monotonous and dreary with few laughs and warm moments. As the midnight hour seems to be approaching, all I can think about is going into my room and spending some lone exclusive time. The only person if he wishes to share it me, I would be glad to have him, would be my husband. Once, back in my college days, a friend of mine once said, "you must give some time to yourself or else you would go insane". At that time, i didn't realize the importance of what he said. But now, when there is such dearth of "my time" I know exactly what he was talking about.
The concept of mine own personal time is so important. Even if that lone time is just spent staring into the tv aimlessly. It just feel good and completely owned without any distractions and thoughts of other things and people. One feels this sense of freedom, which cannot be felt in the presence of anyone else, no matter if you doing some thing of your own choice. The feeling that noone is watching or observing us, is just liberating.
Perhaps, it maybe because I had much freedom of spending my own time at my own disposal back at my house or perhaps it was because I lived alone for a long time, but I do need my own time. I miss my own time.
My time with my man, my own lone time, which he can share with me. He is my obsession. I can spend hours just staring at him and touching him, just to convince myself that he is real. That is a quality my time spending as well.
All the time, there is just so much going on and so much that we have to do and deliver that one just wants to press the pause button in life, step out into my time and then after that small break, get back in to this race called life. Just nab and grab all what you can get before this time too may be taken away from you for any reason.
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