#15 Chai Sutta

My heavy eyes open to the tolling of the church bells. It’s a Sunday and people like me hate to be woken up early in the mornings of a lazy Sunday. Damn the church bells. I try to pull up my blanket and curl away into slumber but the clang of the bells pierce my ears and make me remorse. And thus in a slight temper I wake up and brush aside the curtains. And more regret sets it. The sky is dark and gloomy and there is a slight drizzle. A cold breeze catches me and prompts me to curse the church boy.