Sunday morning, beautiful weather outside, cool and calm air caressing you, a good book in hand, a warm cup of coffee.
Anything wrong with that? Nope, sounds just perfect. But a perfect day was just not for me.
Instead I decided to be the good girl, and sat with my books to study. I had been delaying it for quite some time now, so there I sat with books in front of me, the lovely weather outside tempting me every five minutes. I resisted the temptation, telling myself that I will enjoy this perfect setting in the evening.
So I studied till lunch time, had a delicious home-made lunch, and then was just trying to set that perfect scenery, I got the book that I was reading, placed the chair beside the window in the balcony, opened the giant windows, and was just about to get that cup of coffee, when..!
When I got a call.
My initial instinct told me not to pick up the call, because that call on a Sunday meant nothing but work!
I picked up anyway, and ended up with a meeting of about an hour.
Sounds fair! So I can come back in an hour and start with that perfect setting, I told myself.
I got ready for that meeting in fifteen minutes within which I had managed to fix myself with another meeting with some clients.
Okay, now I have two meetings? Thatโs okay, its 3:30 and I can still come home by 6 max.
And then finally, I realised putting off stuff isnโt any good. I shouldnโt have put off that reading session.
As always, I was kept waiting everywhere, and I managed to complete both the meetings by late in the evening, well it wasnโt even evening anymore when I got out of the place. It was 9 oโ clock and pretty dark.
So I drove home, ate my dinner in silence, with my head throbbing all the while. I was so tired and drenched (Just two meetings, right? Was I over-reacting?), I did not wish to do anything; even the TV had nothing to help with.
Working on a Sunday? Really, why? Why did I agree? That shouldnโt even be a thing! Working Sunday as a concept should be removed from our mind-set.
That is when my dad stepped up, he took me out for a long drive, we stopped for a drink, (a mocktail, of course) and then we drove around a little bit, hardly talking to each other, with soft music playing all the while. Oh my God, that feeling, I cannot simply express how I felt at that moment. It was so soothing.
And then he simply said, โWe should do this, more often.โ
Oh of course, we should.
PS: Apart from the reading, I also missed being the crazy questionnaire to my mom, over that mythology show. Hoping for that to happen on the upcoming Sunday, but then itโs a week away!
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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