#yourminestories
The unusual Saturday How can someone find Saturday so unusual? It has got the same schedules all over again and again. Snoring till the sun hits your eye and closing the curtains so that you can sleep more until your mother or wife yells you about being lazy . Getting up with yawning mouth that could fit a rat, going to the washroom with brush in hand and phone in the pocket, spending about an hour or half in there. Getting back to your room and trying to do something but you are too damn lazy to think of anything to do. Of course Saturday is different from rest of the days, you needn’t think of the boss who shouts at your face daily, or the physics teacher who punishes for not understanding what the hell is carnot engine or about the teacher who gives you tons of home works and reports. Everyone agrees Saturday is different but its not unusual as well. Describing something more about the usualness of Saturday, you either go visit your old friends , ask a girl out , play spor