"Itwaar/Sunday/Ravivar the most loved day of the week for every single individual, right from a nursery attending 2.5 years old to a 60 years old. Even God enjoyed his weekly off on Sunday after creating the universehe, it is that sacred day of the week. We all love it and at the end of it wish "if we can get some more time wish if we can add one extra minute to this precious Sunday" but our wishes fetch us nothing Sunday comes and ends like any other day in our lives, yet we all love it and wait for this "Sunday".
The ways to spend Sundays have changed/evolved since my childhood days. After lengthy week in school Sundays always came as breeze of fresh air. Mom didn't ask me to get up early nor there was any hurry from maid who used to come a bit late to clean the house and back then Sunday began with some nice songs which were played in "Rangoli" and for a change day used to start with some melody. Since mom was a not a homemaker on Sunday she used to prepare breakfast for us, which me and my two sisters used to enjoy thoroughly. Though the menu wasn't as fancy as today's breakfast menu, typical Maharashtrian dishes like Sheera & Pohe used to make all three of us drool :). My father used to go out to get non-veg, in those days having non-veg once week (that too on Sunday) was almost like ritual and one through different aromas could actually smell different versions of curries and spices used to prepare them. Having a late lunch i.e. by 2.00 in the afternoon was followed with a nap as not many had the luxury to sleep in the afternoon on weekdays.
Evenings were spent either by going to public parks or to some relatives place or some relatives or family friends used to drop in to have some "chai and gappa-tappa session".
Sunday's back then used to end on a positive note giving me enough energy for the coming week.
The clock kept ticking, and meaning of Sundays kept on evolving. During teen years my Sundays were spent in attending coaching classes where I wasn't keen on finding values of X & Y or chemical compositions of metals yet had to sit there as I had chosen Science. I was asked to get up early and attend Coaching classes and had classes right from 7.30 am to 2.30 pm. This was the time of my life when I used to hate Sunday and wished it never came.
In subsequent years, during college days, Sundays were utilized to roam around in Pune on bike, catching up with friends having breakfast in some restaurants though the taste in the food served in Restaurants never matched Sheera, Pohe & goad churma prepared at home yet I kept on spending time and money in these Restaurants. Sundays in those days were like any other day as I almost followed the same schedule 24*7, 365 days..
Today, at this stage of my life there is no hurry to get up and rush but still I feel like getting up early and watch Rangoli but dont I end up not watching it as I have a "remote" in my hand which prompts me to change channels constantly. After the breakfast we both call our parents who live in a different city and talk to them about routine things for few seconds. I'm pretty sure all my relatives, family friends, my sisters their families also must be spending their Sunday's likewise hence, the question of catching up, meeting does not arise we "whatsapp" each other wish well to each other and end conversations with "take care" message.
Next thing on agenda is shopping of regular stuff which can't be done on weekdays and it also gives a chance to urban couples like us to spend some time together. (which we can do even by sitting at home and doing nothing, but cannot afford to do coz the shopping cannot be done on weekdays) So with a duel purpose of spending time and doing the shopping we plan to go to nearby Mall.
After spending almost the entire day in the mall eating out becomes a compulsion and not a matter of choice so you eat out somewhere remembering the aroma of curries which were prepared in households in childhood days. You come back home after having "fun" in mall tired and sleepy and worrying about your "Monday's schedule" and preparing a to do list in mind. Sunday now days ends making me realize the correctness of brilliant lines of a poem,
"Sukun ki baat mat kar e Ghalib, bachpan wala Itvar ab nahin aata"
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