Ananya looked outside the window. The other tall buildings of the society were abuzz with activities. The strong gaze of the sun peering through the structures fell directly on the pink bedsheet of her bed. She had slumbered through the hourly chimes of the clock and now it chimed ten times. Leaning against the headrest she eyed it quizzically and leisurely acknowledged that it is ten o’ clock on a lazy Saturday. She could feel the lingering sensations of the blissful inactivity, comforting her body. She got up slowly and sat gingerly on the extended window sill of