Sunday
Sunday ! When it’s Sunday, it has to start with “a state of still in dreams” & I would again slide within my quilt, would hold my pillow tight & would dig my face even deep in it feeling its softness on my face & would again land to the state of delight. Mom would never wake me up. It’s a tradition now... she will simply prepare the breakfast as she knows that I would wake up to its aroma.... Birds are chirping, tinkle of bells mixed in the blissful breeze in a nearby temple are making their way to our home but it’s only the aroma of mumma’s cooking which shall have the pleasure of waking me up. I will reach out to kitchen yawning, dozing & stretching & would check each casserole, though I don’t have any intention of eating anything. It’s an innate habit now. After a refreshing session of cuddle, hugs & kisses with mom, it’s now Dad’s turn to be pampering me. After a big ‘Bear Hug’& a little punch game with his belly it’s time for some daddy t