That time again

I woke up and checked the time. It was 3:50 am. I wanted to go back to sleep but my eyes wouldn’t listen. So I sat there in bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting patiently for the mosquito to strike. I would slap myself multiple times if need be. The mosquito had to die. But I wasn’t awake because of this insect. I had a line from a whatsapp chat the previous evening have me thinking or feeling rather ridiculed.

“Have you even seen an e-reader?”

That was the particular line which set me off on a tangent. What was I? An idiot? At 4:30 am I was having this dialogue with myself. Why should this affect me so much? It was a reckless comment ofcourse. But I couldn’t help feeling stupid. The answer to this broken sleep routine came to me in the morning. It was that time of the month again. Five days of a super sensitive Cyden.

Some friends tell me their mood swings don’t vary much but I think they are lying. I experience extreme emotions. I want to scream at the top of my lungs without having to worry about the neighbours hearing my tantrums. Other days I cry at the drop of a hat. Frustration, anger, sadness etc. it is a biryani of emotions. I feel like locking myself away for five days. Maybe when I own a house someday I will have a room just for these five days. It would be stacked with good reads, a television set and a collection of my favourite movies and sitcoms, a coffee making machine and a cabinet filled with junk food. How awesome would it be!

Right now I am sitting in the terrace. My back is soaking up the sun whilst my hair flows freely. My stomach is bloated, as expected and my head feels like it could do with another screening of ‘New Girl’. The monthly pain we have to suffer in light of being a woman. It really gets traumatic at times.