It is Saturday morning, as usual, my alarm beeps at 8:00 am to wake me up for the day. I smile and think, "Bro, it's the weekend, so calm down and sleep." After some time, I wake up and arrange the bed. Later, I go down to check the breakfast, but since I live in a PG, the food is either tasteless or not enough. I go to the store and buy some milk, boil it, and have some cereals along with it. I feel full and satisfied after my first meal, which I usually skip during the weekdays just to have some more extra time to sleep. Finding my laundry bag looking sadly at me for all the clothes it is handling, I decide to wash them. For many days, I have wanted to make a craft to keep at my desk, so I decide to finish it, and it comes out pretty good. I cook myself some egg rice for lunch and make my tummy full and happy. I open Instagram, and it's the weekend—everybody there, everybody here, and who cares. I feel people are living life, everyone is traveling, exploring, movin