Praveen Kumar 
the alarm goes off and i lie there longer than i should, the ceiling fan turning slow above my head, some mornings i can get up without thinking twice, some mornings even that feels like too much to ask;
by noon the list on my table has not moved an inch, the glass of water beside me has gone warm and untouched, i keep telling myself just start with one small thing, but my hands stay where they are and the hours pass on;
some part of me wants to walk out and do something real, another part just wants to lie here till the light changes, i watch the shadow move across the wall without much care, and somewhere in between i lose the whole afternoon;
in the evening i stand on the balcony and look at nothing, the traffic sounds the same as it does every single day, i tell myself tomorrow i will get up and actually move, but i have told myself that more times than i can count;
tonight i am still the same person who could not start today, the work is still sitting there waiting for me to begin, i do not know if tomorrow will be any different from this one, i am just hoping i show up anyway and try;
