I was thinking this sunday, while lying on my bed facing the bedroom window, staring at the host of crows seated atop a branch on the jamun tree, curling my curly hair with the forefinger of my right hand, when I suddenly realised 'What if , we never had a sunday'?
I know , for millions, sunday doesnt make a stinking difference, but it does, for me. Coutesy: Joblessness.
What better day to think of Sunday's importance in our lives than on a sunday? Hain na?
My fondest memories of sundays are from my childhood (Usually the words 'fond' and 'fondle' , somehow, find their ways in to our childhood). Till my fourth grade my sundays were quite family-oriented. I would be up by say 8 - 8 :30 and wait for my father to get hot jalebi, khandvi, dhokla and spicy vada pav from the jalaram farsan mart and Azad hind dairy. Mom , dad and I would have a longish break fast till 10:00 with Mahabharata , Sri Krishna, Chandrakanta etc playing on DD. After which would follow a long paper reading session, sunday papers, something I still relish on. Then lunch and some film on surya, star movies and then for an afternoon nap. I hated sunday evening because I had nothing much to do. We still follow this tradition, its lotsa fun.
Actually, Iwanted this post to be silly and funny but am unable to pull words together. I feel very emotional , thinking of this sunday tradition and thinking of what would happen tomorrow when there wont be a 'us' to celebrate it.
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