Sunday.

Sunday are usually my least favorite day of the week. To me, with the beginning of the work week imminent, it’s always a countdown until my alarm goes off Monday morning. But it was hard to feel dread this Sunday – the sun was hot on my terrace, the smell of meat kabobs and syrupy sweets were in the air and I had a novel recently purchased in the best book stall I have ever shopped in (pictured below). With an afternoon like that, not even Sunday could bring me down.

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