I remember the Sundays that I used to have then though we did not call them week-ends.
The mornings would not provide me extra sleep and I didn't feel the
need as well. On the contrary the house would be full of activity as the
kitchen would exude the aroma of the special food that would be
prepared for breakfast. I had to do the last minute errands, the crucial
job of getting a 'lemon' from the
nearby market place and it would be unfailingly given to me by my eldest
sister. She would be the matriarch at work with a firm grip on the
kitchen. Her rotis, very soft and done properly which still cannot be
beaten by anybody else.
It would also be the day when Baba would get
to take a nap after breakfast and the time when the effort by my mother
in silencing us would be wasted.
Lunch would be a special one as it would require a large part of the noon to prepare it.
Evenings would be a Hindi movie on the only television channel 'Doordarshan'.
Simple yet each moment embedded in my mind as a precious jewel.
Lives have changed now, but I still prefer an early morning on a
week-end. And I feel more like my father when I hit the sack for an hour
after breakfast. Thankfully, kids have been tamed by their mother to
move to the other room so I can sleep for an hour and give myself the
most blessed time of the week. Happy Sunday to all the daddy's who enjoy
their Sunday nap !
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