“I wish you were here. Or I was there. Or both of us were somewhere. The high gardens of my imagination lie barren. I need to talk to you. About words, about restlessness, about fear. About pain, about sleepiness.” – Rahul Pandita
Its has been a miserable Sunday this week and without my little one round I feel a vacuum in my life..........I was wondering just a while ago - what Sunday actually meant few years back when Didi and I stayed in Begum pet house along with Sangeetha. It meant getting up late, watching new songs on MTV, [V] Channel, drinking mugfuls of tea and gossips. It meant taking a shower for at least an hour (and later getting scolding from di) and yes it yummy food cooked by Di.
Sunday actually meant waiting for someone’s arrival and yes it meant rasmalli (from Almond House). In addition to this it was inevitable to shop in Shoppers in the evening. Sunday meant watching an old movie in Zee TV and sleeping. It actually meant PEACE.
As Bryan Adams in his song says, “Those were the best days of my life”. They really were!….:)