It’s Sunday

Sundays are always meant to be special. One way or the other.

During the childhood days Sundays were of excitement. At any reason I used to get up at 7 or 7.15. Then comes, rangon ki holi Rangoli. I was addicted to it. After that it was the time to meet natural needs & newspaper grabbing from appa. Just like Rangoli, newspapers were my next addiction

At 9.00 We, me & my brother would be ready in front of the TV with breakfast plate in one hand, ready to enter into a fantasy World. " Chandrakanta Ki Kahani, Ye Maana Hai Purani, Ye Purani Hokar Bhi, Badi Lagthi Hai Suhani" (...).

Then time for plays & fights with brother, irritating amma with silly questions or playing with her pallu or hair. Till 4- 'full of energy'. After the 4 pm movie, we, the children would be at lowest of energy one could be. Sad (Sunday is over & here comes Monday), Anxious (Was there any homework? /Is tomorrow 'Bandh'? / Did some 'Neta' died, so we could get a holiday?...) After the news headlines (Nothing happened enough to make Monday Holiday), we'll be retiring to our homework. These things continued for a long time.

Now things got changed. After the tiring days of work, Sundays are so welcoming; it no more brings the warmth it had long back. No more Rangoli addiction, only newspaper addiction, but no grabbing. No more homework. No playful fights with brother as he’s away & busy with his projects & onsite calls. Sometimes I still irritate mom, but not by dangling on her pallu. J

As a child I had my share of happiness, tears and fears & now, like most of us, I too long for those days.