Sunday-stray thoughts

Sunday-stray thoughts

Sunday is a prized possession for most people. Alas, not for me. Unlike others, I do not look forward to it as a well-deserved break from the stressful toil of the week. I have always treated Sunday casually and let it pass unaffected. Maybe I did not carry that kind of stress, or maybe my restlessness never allowed me to take a break other people need to take. 

When I was a young adult, Sunday only meant that I had to wash my hair and look forward to some extra special meal my mother will have made. When I lived alone as a young professional, I used Sunday to scout the city I lived in; by bus, by cycle, by foot. I will be dog tired by the end of it and actually look forward to working on Monday. 

Sunday was always an adventure, moving around the country with two young girls and a wife; Baroda, Calcutta, Delhi. Mumbai. Packing them off in 1980 vintage Ambassador and visiting Baroda museum, Alibaug zoo, Victoria memorial, India gate lawns, Lodi garden, Gateway of India, Juhu beach used to be a high point of our nomadic life. 

Sunday used to be also a cleaning day for us as we moved around furniture every week and keep bumping in them through the rest of the week. As girls flew out of the nest, my wife and I continued to push ourselves roaming Mumbai city - and briefly London - discovering quaint cafes, bars, and eating places. 

We still do. My half Sunday is over today, and I have demolished a lot of stuff already. I am looking around for more to do. God may have taken a break after he made this world, but I hope I won't need a break. God should be kind to me and allow me to remain busy on Sunday. 

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