Sundays are ravishing, But yet are the busiest, The weary teary feelings of the whole past week are shared with a very unfurled slumberland, then lately nudge rouse with a fresh strain and scene...
Sunday feels like 'nostalgia' lingering in the corners of my eyes to trickle down. Gone are those days when Sunday would be a complete family day. I miss the holidays. I miss the Jungle Book song. I miss Doordarshan. I miss the ride from Andheri to Mulund to meet my cousins. (It was a flat 30 minutes stretch before the supposed road network developments happened.) I miss the Sundays of 90s when I live my Sundays now.
Today’s Sunday will remind me of hand knitted cap by my Grandmother which my niece was wearing today’s evening will remind me of the warmth which I felt when I wore something which my Mother in law had knitted decades back today’s tea will remind me of the memories which we shared over a cup of Chai today a page which I will cherish forever..