the show is still going on...

I walk by the empty streets of Budapest. Its close to 5 in the morning. It was a tough day- the 3 hour long irish show followed by a very long wait for my cab to drop me back home.

The wind blows softly and a curl of hair gets to my mouth.
The only sound i hear is of my sandals and anklets (something which fascinates many here and of course annoys to- the anklets are too noisy it seems!!!) . I dont get enough of seeing this stretch of land so empty. The long lanterns, wooden benches and the beautiful cathedral on my way to my apartment makes me feel so light. I could be here like this forever.

I notice twilight far off- the sky is getting brighter. I walk past faster. i must get to bed before the sun actually rises. I often used to wonder a couple of years ago- why do people work during the night times. Night is to sleep. Night was at sharp 10 and morning was at the wee hours of 6. not any more. Night means loads of coffee, game strategies and real time graphs.

I open the doors to my small apartment. gosh, again i forgot to switch off the laptop before leaving and have not filled up the water bottle. As i walk in to the kitchen i find the dinner's leftovers and the utensils have not been washed. Its getting brighter outside. A quick glass of orange juice, dress change, face wash and i cover my face with the quilt (just to create the dark effect of the night!!!)

I close my eyes tight. I must sleep.. i must sleep. I take my mobile from the bedside just to see the time and its 5.45 (what 5.45?????) sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep.

everything other than sleep comes in. the dishes to be washed, the house has to be vacuum cleaned, must call home tomm, must buy a new sandal tomm, must go to the supermarket, there are no vegetables, must get some new scothbrite, there is....

im searching for my mobile, the sun has yet again managed to seep through the curtains right inside my quilt. Its just 8. i can sleep upto 10 today and then begin the chores.. have loads of work to complete! i feel dazzy, my head is heavy. no no..sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep

i feel funny. my head is still heavy and i cannt find my mobile phone. i wonder what time it is and it 11! WHAT 11? i am late. i cannt do the shopping, no dishes.
quick quick coffee, quick shower, quickly fill the water bottle and run to the bus stop. i must get to office by 12 atleast.

WOW! its 12 and i am still at the bus stop waiting for my 112 to come past and take me from here. the sun seems to shine on top of my head and makes me feel sweaty and dirty despite a cold water shower. i hate this! this is not how i want to begin my day.

with a quick bite from the pekseg which i manage on the way to the office i begin to fish out for coins for another cup of cofee to keep me going.

coin 1..coin 2.. coin 3.. the cup comes down, sum cofee syrup falls in slowly i begin to take time to notice that the nail polish on my toes have worn away and maybe i must visit the beauty saloon this week- a hair cut and my eyebrows are over due. i must also maybe treat myself to a hot oil massage and also.....

BEEP! the cofee is ready and so am i for yet anotehr day