Everyday.
Its the same routine.
Same monotonous activities.
Going to the same place. Meeting the same friends. Seeing their similar faces. Sitting in the exact same classes. Attending those lectures.
Eat. Study. Sleep. Repeat.
No break from that self-same monotony.
Annie stood at her window, fixing her tie slowly. She stood looking out at the morning sun-kissed lane.
It was the same lane she took regularly to walk to the Uni.
She was ahead of time today and as she stood watching the beautiful street outside her window, her mind wondered about the repeatitive nature of life.
She almost felt sad and listless. Languidly brushing her hair the last time and opening her study table drawer once more just to check if she had taken her assignments in her bagpack; she drew the curtains back and left the room in slow measured steps.
Her whole being was of a meditative calmness. She sipped the coffee at the dinning table lazily. Nodding at intervals to her mother's insignificant words of advice.
When she stepped out of her house finally, she was still a bit lost and absentminded.
Sometimes one dont feel like doing anything. One could be happy to just walk around humming softly. She was feeling that way.
"I hate Mondays!" She suddenly retorted to herself aloud.
A man passing her turned to give her a look. She felt embarassed and walked away hastily on her way to college.
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Mysterious Notebook
RandomAnnie was a person of small talk and more silent observation. When she happened to chance upon an old battered leather book. A brown diary. She starts recording her experiences in it. She has few friends and none whom she can call her bosom friend...
