The week has just slipped through the sink hole in the washroom basin. Washed down along with the soap water, the alcohol tinted blurry nights, office-day-morning headaches and excessively humid Bombay days.

Suddenly, even though it's a Friday evening and everyone in office is running home dressing up and going out; I'll sit in, waiting for night to fall and drive my way back to a quiet night home.

Maybe you grow tired of an expectation filled Friday evening in office, the evening that'll end in an alcohol induced stupor, that'll make you numb to everything that just drained into the sinkhole. That's a good thing because it saves you money. Money is an easy excuse too, a nice cover. But the repetitive cycle that is a week, the office centric carousel that starts each Monday and ends on a Friday can take enough from you to give back very little. And that's when your mind wanders, is the weekend that excuse you really need for attending the weekly circus.