It Was Another Day

It has been over two weeks now. He lost count of time, as days seem to be just a repetition of same events. He prepared his breakfast and put everything on that white kitchen table, with the grey cover. His usual morning coffee along with four slices of bread with jam in all of them.

He felt tired to just think that, it is going to be few hours at work. Then, he will go directly to the gym and come back home. Maybe, watch a movie. Or, just try to find something to watch on live TV. He was having different conversations, different tasks and sometimes meeting new people. But, since his wife travelled for work. He felt as if everything is tasteless now. He did not know how to find joy within himself. He used to share everything with her. Maybe it is something with his nature that, he can experience so many things on his own. But, those times of laughter and struggle during the day, seemed dull and almost the same, when he kept going back to empty walls.