The Station Leave

Every Monday Morning

There's a popular saying in Bengali that implies that there's nothing a human body cannot go through if the carrier is strong-willed. Well that's pure bullshit. I think human bodies have their own limits of pain and stress tolerance. For instance, when I was in 8th grade, I accidentally fell down the stairs and landed on the floor head first but I don't even remember the trauma I should've felt after that. Nor did I feel much pain. That could be because of the fact that I just fell off like seven steps. Another time my hand hit a glass panel and shit broke into pieces. I realised I had very strong hands that day. Anyways, I had to get stitches and while the process was lowkey traumatic, I still didn't get as scared as my ma or the others did. These accidents definitely didn't have an effect on me considering my mannerisms and carelessness still remained the same. I thought I was simply built different. And a lot of people told me I was... these weren't the only accidents I had after all.

But tell me one thing! After scraping off almost all scrapable surfaces on my skin! After having two stitches. After thinking that I'm some sort of omnipotent deity for being okay with all that, why is waking up in the mornings causing me more pain than I've ever gone through! This pain just never seems to go away. Every Saturday I think I will relax enough on the weekends and be completely fresh when Monday rolls around. But when Monday actually rolls around, I wake up feeling like committing a crime. After spending my entire life like a sloth, I have to ditch my whole body for the sake of bills.

So pretty much like every Monday morning, I was woken up by the ridiculously loud alarm clock Tia had "fixed" in our room. Yes, fixed! Not kept but fixed. With a hammer and nails. I have no idea where she found a wall alarm clock from.

In an instant my warm blankets were snatched from me and an ugly banshee started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY ASS! IT'S ALREADY SEVEN. WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE! "

"Where the hell do you get all the energy from that too at the asscrack of dawn?!" I slowly got up rubbing my eyes and getting down from the bed. My whole body was screaming at me to go back to bed and as much as I'd love to oblige... I have a job I wouldn't want to be late for.

"The same place you get all your laziness from!" Tia yelled as she tossed me a dry towel. She clearly was already done with her morning routine. Whom did I even ask to? The Tiasa Bose, fifteen years of athletic experience and a state level silver medallist. It was a pity how she didn't proceed with her sports career. At Least I wouldn't have been suffering the 'Wrath of the Morning Maiden'.

I finished my morning routine and got out of the shower. Waking up is the only hard part of my mornings. Once I get water on my face everything is pretty smooth. It literally takes three to five minutes for me to dress up.

When I went out of the bedroom to find Tia delightfully eating her breakfast and a plate for me next to her.

"When exactly do you wake up to do all of this?" I asked while taking a bite of the poached eggs. She had also prepared a bowl of oats and dry fruits and toasted bread.

"At six. It really doesn't take me that much time."

"God I'm a terrible friend. You should wake me up sometimes early too, you know. And demand me to help you"

"As of you will actually wake up. I have to sacrifice my voice box a little bit every day to get you up in time for work" Tia rolled her eyes in mockery. It was true though. I've always been a sleep lover. My aunt used to call me ghumanta pari (sleepy fairy). It became a weird nickname that she used for me all the time. And that woman knew I hated it.

Once we were done we dropped the plates in the sink and left hurriedly. It was already seven forty five by the time we left. We had to enter the office by nine. We lived one and a half hours away from our workplace. We could've looked into finding the nearest residence to there but when we were shifting, Baba wanted us to stay here. He knew the landlady and the neighbourhood was pretty safe and good. It all came in on budget and was very efficient in itself. The only minus was the distance from work but that was manageable, that is until this imperishable rule of "either reach by nine or don't show up at all" ruled started.

"You know you should try the breathing exercises I showed you. That'll help your morning laziness." Tia said while strapping her seat belt.

"Tia! I don't want to talk about this while we drive. I love you but I won't hesitate to swerve your side of the car to a tree or something if you lecture me now!" I wasn't having it. Not while I drive.

"I'm just worried about my safety, that's why I'm saying, you should not drive with dizzy eyes."

"I'm not dizzy. I'm completely awake. I'm so awake I cannot be more awake than this." I took driving seriously. She should know this goddamn it.

"I'm just-"

"Don't talk to me when I drive. Just listen to radio or something"

Tia made a rotten face at my interruption and turned the radio on. A familiar song started to play. This is what I liked. Complete silence while I drove. No chit chat. Just the rumbling of the engine and the radio playing.

"Annu... you might wanna look next to you" Tia said while we were at a red light.

"Oh God! Please don't tell me that's a couple making out in their car!" That was the last thing I wanted to start my day with. I have nothing against couples showing PDA. You do you. But it really feels like I'm invading someone's privacy even though they're not very private about it.

"Oh no not that! Look at the car" she said eagerly.

It was a bluish black Porsche car with tinted glasses. We couldn't see who was in there, but the car looked familiar. A little too familiar.

"FUCK"
"FUCK"

We both said once we realised whose car was next to ours.

A/N

And first chapter! I was honestly skeptical about releasing this cuz this is quite literally the first of my works and therefore extremely close to my heart. So please feel free to share your opinions and leave a like