Monday, the dawn of chaos, where emails flood in, meetings pile up, and the weight of the week presses hard. The city hums with its usual madness, the metro packed with faces buried in their screens. But today… something's missing. My eyes search instinctively, hoping to catch a glimpse of her – that cutipie I see every day. Her smile, a tiny spark in the monotony, isn’t there. The journey feels longer, heavier, as if the train is crawling slower, and the Monday blues sink deeper. It's strange how one face can brighten even the busiest of days.
