Friday evening, 6.30 pm While everyone is looking forward to the weekend, I am dreading it.  Not again!  Maid has availed a leave already, hubby has demanded “good food”.  My daughter has committed to an evening movie with her friends at the newly opened mall in our locality.   This means I will be on my toes through the weekend. Saturday morning, I wake up at 5.30 am as my body clock is set that way.  A pop up showing “Great India Sale” appears, and I just can’t resist the temptation to scroll forward.  Not that I have to buy anything, but reading “Sold Out” is the shortest horror story I…