Say one thing about dismally gorgeous evening rains say it puts me in a mood to not cook anything.
By now I'd be slaving near the stove, cooking four different main items to be eaten as evening meal what with subzi, dahl, roti, rice, raita even and that's five items. Gasp! Which I'm doing none of.
I think it catches up to you when you're continually doing this every evening, with some variations but usually something similar and as the week begins ebbing you feel steamrolled into a flattened tyre with little will and even littler inspiration.
Most dishes have been prepared throughout the week, the conventional ones at least and though I do like to be inclusive and add a lot of different cuisines they're mostly relegated to packed lunches or to my meals alone because people don't always like certain cuisines.
I have little idea as to what to cook for today, and I don't intend on calling food from outside because it's never the same when eaten fresh vs take out at home, moreover I'd rather eat something unprocessed and clean but where is the will to cook it?
I mean the weather has turned beautifully abysmal. There's darkness with a certain depth to it which is cool and refreshing and the cicadas and the birds almost make it feel like I'm not in a city but a jungle.
Ah, dinner.
Why do I feel like visiting decatahlon now?
What do I even want from there?
A resistance band perhaps and a new exercise mat, but not that critical.
Did I mention the soreness from my yesterday's strength routine which didn't even include weights.
Imagine body weight making you feel dead like that, also I added a bit of calisthenics and yes I'm working out after a long break and it'll take me almost a month to get back to my fitness level that I was before I took the damned break.
Ho hum. Well now what?
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