The Mystique Shower

It is that day of the week again,the day to sit in oblivion,a day to let go of one's self.A rainy day,a day that brings forth many certain and uncertain thoughts to mind.A day when you want to laze around on your linen,lying on your stomach,hands on cheeks and smiling at the birds pecking on the pools of water,longing to get wet in the rain and jumping on those pools.
The day when many couples would walk by the sea hand in hands and singing old bollywood songs.The day when you want to make a nice tea and sit with yourself.The day when one would want to start scribbling their diaries to control the upsurge of feelings.This day makes the concrete jungle seem as beautiful as the hills.
When the serene surroundings beckon us to let our emotions go haywire,this day makes every girl appear as a belle.A day when you want to keep listening to that one melody again and again.
It is that day of the week again when footballers would play with such enthusiasm as though in the world cup in muddy grounds and soiling their clothes and dancing that peculiar way on a goal.
It is a day when children would make boats out of stale newspapers and set them asail onthe streams of water running down the colony streets and they running with them.
It is that day of the week again.......................... which arouses endless feelings.