Inkspire

  The winds sang gentle chimes across her balcony as she stretched to tie her hair in a bun and start her chores for the day. Sheila was waiting for the weekend to arrive after a painstakingly long week at work. It was not the number of hours she spent cleansing cobwebbed minds and mending broken hearts at work. The surgical precision and persistent wilfulness in her style also drained her emotionally. No wonder a day off from work was the least she could ask for.      Sundays have a special quality to them. They bring the relieving flexibility of sleeping hours and refreshing hues and aromas for the palate as we play with new recipes in the kitchen and sometimes have guests over to critique them. Finishing piled-up chores also has a cleansing effect on the mind, not just the cluttered corners at home. She smiled amusedly at the mountain of clothes, which formed every week on the armchair, resting peacefully in her room as if it was the sole reason for purchasing it. Unlike usual days,