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Softening effect of a Sunday on a Tensed Mind

 

So, today was the first Sunday after the exams. It’s the official 2nd holiday for me after the ending of the exam s but you know, it definitely takes some time for the tensions to wear off your mind and let the peace set in. today was a such a day.

Waking up at 10 minutes past nine, I was reminded of the fact that my mommy needs to be at a designated place at or around 10 and I was expected to accompany her. I was really lazy to be at that position now and after beating around the bush for a while, I gave in and we were all set to leave. Brushing of teeth, bathing and getting ready still took a while, at last, that was a Sunday ritual and deserved its own honour!

Before getting on behind the wheels, I made sure I had mugged up the path that we have to follow, as it was the first time we would be going there and the traffic was expected to be a little more than usual. Also, not forgetting the fact that I was at a level little less than intermediate when it came to driving. Being on the road for a while that was more than what my mom had anticipated, she confirmed if I was sure of the directions to be followed. I nodded in a yes. Couldn’t shake her confidence, right? I reached safely and on time and then, it didn’t take even 10 minutes for the task to be done and officials sending us back home. I was disappointed. We did put in a heck lot of efforts and I expected a little more courtesy than that. Well, there is nothing more I could have done. We headed back home. Before reaching home, I wanted to get something to eat, as a reward for all we had done. We stopped at a shopping mall in between picked up little snack kind-of stuff and got back to the final destination, HOME. I was tired and exhausted. Yet, I knew had we not made this trip, then firstly, I would have got bored whole day and secondly, we would have regretted not making an effort for the task we wanted to get done, irrespective of the results.

Getting on the couch, we gulped down the juice we brought in and took a nap of about 15 minutes. My mom went to prepare the food, my brother was back to his tasks, and so did I. I studied a bit, preparing for another little exam to be held on 21st of this month.

About an hour later, I called for the lunch which was another Sunday ritual, the best ever combination of Rajma-Rice. These are the little things that make Sunday feel like a real, satiating relaxing time of the whole week. We couldn’t have thanked enough for the taste we are gifted every Sunday.

After lunch and little talking about everything here and there, we all , again went bavk to our rooms to continue the tasks we were at.

4:30 pm

Time for the F1 race, something my brother just won’t miss.

I came downstairs too and we had our family get together tea time again. The race ended in an hour or so, but my brother being disappointed by the results of the race, we turned the TV off before the designated time. “Time for me to workout.” I said and left the room. About 45 minutes of a little weight lifting and shaking off, I was so relaxed!

And here I am right now, concluding the whole day. Ill have a little dinner and sleep off. Regular days to come for together and the same, dynamic fun returning to the post exam life! We will keep chatting about anything and everything that matters.

Till then, See ya!



Thank you.

ANU.

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