Lying down comfortably in the plush bed at the hotel, I can see intricate floral patterns lining the moulding of the ceiling. One pink flower after every third green leaf. I count fifteen flowers on the long side and twelve on the short side of the ceiling. I am extremely conscious of the large wall-mounted TV staring at me, daring me to turn it on. But what is the point of coming so far away from home if I’m just going to sit in the room and watch TV? It has been an hour since we came to the room and Ronit is still sleeping. He didn’t even bother to change into more comfortable pajamas and jumped into bed in his jeans. Can’t be too comfortable sleeping in those. That too with a T-shirt that has an uncomfortable looking collar.
I don’t understand this concept of being so lazy on vacations. On working days he is so active and full of energy. From his morning workout, to long days at the office, to evening errands and grocery runs, he is quite a Duracell-bunny. But the moment the weekend approaches, he becomes a completely different person altogether. He wakes up late in the morning, has breakfast, and goes back to sleep. Then he wakes up for some time to have lunch, and then it’s time for his afternoon nap. All that is still fine at home, but right now we are at a new, exciting, and beautiful place. I can’t waste my holiday like this. I need to be in charge of my own entertainment!
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