After a very long and hectic week, I settled for a very serene and calm Sunday with no disturbances. Alas!! I never have what I want!!! I had to clean my room and also the backyard and then get the groceries from the market. Then comeback and had to wait for the computer guy to come and repair my computer. On top of this, I was served dishes for my breakfast, which made me forget my hunger. After this entire chaos having an afternoon nap was what I longed for but as usual I had to go and pick up my mother’s cousin’s uncle’s daughter’s daughter. Time Please!!!

The sound of a name of a girl is always a very sweet and exciting phenomenon and my mind started devising plans of meeting and impressing her. But is there any chance of spending time with her. No way!! All the elders would surround her and ask her all the non-important and usual questions, which I bet the girl, would have come prepared. After all, those were the questions we were answering year after year. Why does this happen with me only?

After a very noisy afternoon comes a busy evening of meeting all those relatives we never met in ages. Catching up all the old relatives to revive those old memories is what is the reason being given. With whom should I revive memories? With my relatives (that’s what I am said) who on seeing me say, I saw you when u were this small, indicating with their hands. Smiling is all I am entitled to do. This gives them the green signal to say what they always wanted to say to me. This reviving and relishing of memories will go on till its dark outside. Blah Blah Blah Blah!

Coming to home will be like a heaven at that moment. But wait! Did I say heaven? Oh God!! Something drastic is going to happen. There it goes. I am requested to clean the sofas and the beds while all the other members spread the food on the table. WHAT!!! These were the things I craved for and forced my parents to buy. Are they indirectly trying to convey to me to not to ask anything in future?

After having done all the work and finished dinner I fall on my bed to at least get a good night sleep. Again the same old week will be waiting for me at the strike of 5 in the morning. When will I have the Sunday to go, as I like? I fall into sleep slowly thinking I might have a calm and relaxing Sunday waiting for me. May be this is what is called being optimistic.

Yours Always,