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 talks, some gardening & then The Breakfast…It’s just the beginning of day & it’s already 11:30am.

I chose to arrange my Almirah today. As I start to arrange my clothes & accessories, it’s yet another day to create & recreate rules which can actually make my wardrobe look cleaner, well managed& handy, if at all they are followed. Tops & Blouses in one row, Pants& Pajamas in other & Skirts & dresses shall follow the same course…While I’m hardly half done with all of this I see an Album beneath a big packet of greeting cards & letters. It starts as a fun looking at those childhood pics where we all siblings are in our reflective styles; didi always smiling, chotu always crying, Aaloo is all lost all the times & I’m always funny. In one, we are epitomizing the best civic sense, sitting next to each other in order of our age smiling to camera… may be thinking that photo will come quite photogenic if we sit disciplined, but reality is not the same, except kids are always good looking. Photo is OK. It has captured us good but not reflective enough of our very nature.

I feel a sudden urge to chat about old days, how we were; always fighting, how we grew; quite sensible, how we are; all in different places & I make a quick move to the living room where dad is busy watching all time broadcasted cricket match. There are completely dedicated sports channels now which were not there when we were little kids. They either show live matches or repeat them. In either of the case they have good viewership. Dad has muted the TV & we are both seeing the album. Hearing our voices & discussions about old memories even Mom has joined us. We see a photo of our village & mom tends to tell us how I sprained my feet in almost each step I took the downhill (ours is a very beautiful village, in the mountains of Uttarakhand). Some more such stories are shared & almost after an hour, we are done seeing that album & are back to the very present moment. It feels a wholesome experience; we all are feeling Nostalgic & yes hungry too... We didn’t realize that time just flew.

 

Mom to kitchen, Dad to help her & I went to bathe. We are all back to have a quick meal & then to our respective dens to take a leisurely nap. I took 1st half of my nap in my own room, and then sleepily moved to mom’s & now I feel it’s the better half.

Oh... its 6:00 in the Evening, when I’m still sleeping & mom & dad are almost ready for their evening walk. I rushed up & got along. We walk, walk & walk passing a playground where kids are playing the usual games of Cricket & football & a few are playing unusual game of Thief & Police. We pass by my closed school, a few farms from where we have got fresh beans, which is going to be our supper I think. Moving in small & big lanes we are back to the road which leads us back home.

Back home I have taken the charge of preparing the Supper. Dad has chosen to be by my side & mom is now free to devout her prayers. Dad has taken to chopping business & I am playing master chef& we come up with decent Vegetable rice (we have cooked those fresh beans too), Green Salad & Sweet curd.

At 8:00 pm, we have had our dinner & I have come to the terrace. I climbed the 3 floors to be on the roof top & one of my old friends has just called up. This friend of mine has called me up & I know call is going to be at least an hour long. An hour later, I feel enriched. I now know, when is Priya getting married, Why Siddharth broke up with Nena, When is Pooja going onsite, what’s this GM Diet & how is next Sunday be going ? Lately she told me Reunion of our school is happening on the Last Sunday of this month, which is just The Next!

While I recede the stairs back to my room, I think, it’s a Sunday well Spent!