Sunday is a blessing in disguise. You wake up late, realise
the house is empty; the family is off to a spiritual trip, one you didn't like
to go out for, the first thing in the morning. You put on music, pick a novel -
Maximum City by Suketu Mehta. It is about Bombay, he describes it with such
viciousness that one cannot help but falling in love with the city just by
reading the book. I remembered that i went to Bombay only a few days back, hot
and humid, it was a relief to venture out in the city after a long semester. Marine
drive was memorable, calming, to-go-to-again.
Then suddenly you
realize you are hungry, i cooked for myself, another pleasure is cooking for
oneself, you savor the spices just as you like them to be. To lie down, with
music in the background, reading or writing, all these delicacies have another
charm on official holidays, not on any other day, no matter how much one love to
work.
Sundays are the days to catch up with family, shop and of course
just lie down and reflect how the week has fared to you. How yesterday, after a
long irritating week, I met another family of mine, ate voraciously and laughed
just like myself.
I borrowed the post title from a Maroon 5 song, when the song plays; the smile I get is due to the
memory of beginning to love the song. I woke up in my hostel room one Sunday morning
and just then my friend played the song. It is exhilarating and fills you with energy;
you look forward to a lazy Sunday.
All the memories, thoughts, food, reading, music have an
healing effect on a Sunday. Another good part i just realised that it’s only been
half a day. Much left to enjoy and savour.
