​Marching towards a Sunday

The sky splits open to blinding arrays of lightning. Hopefully, it will rain tonight. It was a hot and humid March summer. A rainy Saturday night would be a respite for everyone. I am looking from my 7th-floor balcony, overlooking the sprightly city of Aluva. On one side, I can see a long tributary of the Periyar River. On the other side is the city. The metro is bringing people back home at this time. I can, if I squint my eyes, see inside the metro cars. People are looking skyward, doubtlessly hoping for rain, but praying it starts only after they reach home. I see cars, some with headlights on. They are likely folks who are rushing home back to their families. They are undoubtedly hoping to enjoy their weekend in front of the TV with a glass in their hands and legs propped up on the teapoy, watching the latest news from the war or maybe watching a light movie. If I look closely enough, I can also see the flights landing and taking off from the nearby airport. I imagine young mothers pulling toddlers with one hand and pushing trolleys with the other, hoping to reach their destination and take a well-deserved Sunday off. The river, too, seems to be heading towards the Sunday, flowing lazily, maybe even slower than usual. The cats who terrorize the fish seller every day are lazily strolling to the riverside. Something fishy, I expect. The children who shout from the small play area of the apartment are missing. They are presumably held against their will by their mothers at their homes. I am sad for them. The sun is already below the visible horizon. It is just a mild orange color sprayed toward the west and fading. The whole world, at least from my field of view, is rooting for a Sunday. It is one day to just sit back, relax, and forget about the chaos of the world. And wordlessly watching the world march towards a Sunday, my cat waits by the window and wonders about things I will never know. But maybe he is wondering where the previous Sunday has gone off to.

***Just something random that I wrote and no idea what to do with. Seeking some critique .