At about seven in the morning, I did justice to the newspapers while sipping tea and eating freshly baked bread with butter and jam. Then, having a long day before me, I tried to do the teachers’ homework for Monday but a sense of disinterest obliged me to put them aside. Therefore, I went to stroll in the garden to find distraction. The green lawn and the fragrant flowers offered me no pleasant feeling, so I returned and sank myself on the sofa and lay there blankly staring at the ceiling.

My mother who noticed my restlessness and the entire colour drained from my face turned on the television. I grabbed the remote control and switched on to the different channels but found nothing of my taste. I felt that nothing could dispel my boredom. Children’s cartoons would have been my craze on other days. The cricket match on the sports channel was not my interest. On the third channel, a film with violence and horror incidents was something that I would never watch. I was getting on my nerves finding nothing to relieve me of my boredom.

It was then that Mother proposed to take me to Winners Supermarket. We drove through unencumbered traffic and arrived there at 10.30. The thickening crowd reminded me of the end- of- the- month long queues at the checkout counters. Wheeling the trolley, I followed her across the aisles. While she picked and chose some items, I was staring at the rows of the goods with strange indifference. She said I was being unusually silent. I said nothing and was getting annoyed at everything. Boredom compounded at the checkout counter where we waited for about fourty minutes.

At home, I felt I was getting bored to tears. Another frustrating moment was the lunch I was having with my parents and my younger brother. Their jokes appeared to become monotonous murmur which irritated me. Father then handed me a book on Family Jokes which I took and retreated into my room. Reading is my leisure time favourite but this time it was apparently a nuisance! I was utterly bored with everything.

When they overheard me sobbing which indicated a potentially serious problem, they came into my room to help me but I became adamant. I insisted to be all alone. I then lay gazing through the window with bizarre thoughts. I do not really remember when I fell asleep. However, when I woke up late evening, I felt that the storm of the day had passed.

I would never forget that boring day and I would not like to experience the same again.

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