“What a nice Sunday morning!”, Myself woke up with shiny eyes.
“But it is Friday “, Me put on the spectacles.
“So what? Can you tell the day just by looking into the sky?”, Myself said in a lively tone.
“Uh! I dont like you! Go away! “, Me is always cranky. God knows why.
“You liberate yourself! Everyday is the same. You have imprisoned yourself by naming them”, Myself has some strange philosophies.
“Urgh! Lecture!” Me grinded teeth.
“Okay. Leave it. Let’s start tha day and get up. I wanna a cup of …tea..with lemon and honey”, Myself was already feeling the energy of a healthy start.
“Why? Are you sick?”, Me loves to be sarcastic.
Every morning this war is started. till now about more than 90% Me is winning. In this fight between Me and Myself, I am confused!