Today as i drag myself out of the bed on a lazy Sunday morning , make myself a hot cup of coffee , sit in my balcony overseeing the beautiful Kochi backwaters i think to my self were Sundays always like this ?
Like most of the Indian homes mine too started its Sundays with the evergreen Hindi songs played on the Doordarshan channel and my mom humming tunes , singing them while she prepared breakfast for us. After a tasty snack it was shopping time .... not as fun as it sounds today , it was time for some fruits and veggies shopping and my mom would be assisted by the services of yours truly. when this ritual began i somehow was never interested walking around in the sun,following my mom as she continued to look for the best crop and bargained in her own subtle style . she had soon found out a way to get me interested in this weekly exercise. she used to hand me some petty change in a small zipper pouch and i was given the big responsibility of paying the vendors after mom had struck the deal. it was a big responsibility , all the counting , calculating ,taking back the change and all of it . it made me feel important , in charge and responsible .. mom had successfully got me interested in something as boring as vegetable shopping .and ever since then the sundays after that i used to be looking forward to it with great enthusiasm. i really miss those sundays they were so much better than the ones today ... i miss being a kid , when all that petty change meant so much money and homework was the biggest responsibility towards the world.
Like most of the Indian homes mine too started its Sundays with the evergreen Hindi songs played on the Doordarshan channel and my mom humming tunes , singing them while she prepared breakfast for us. After a tasty snack it was shopping time .... not as fun as it sounds today , it was time for some fruits and veggies shopping and my mom would be assisted by the services of yours truly. when this ritual began i somehow was never interested walking around in the sun,following my mom as she continued to look for the best crop and bargained in her own subtle style . she had soon found out a way to get me interested in this weekly exercise. she used to hand me some petty change in a small zipper pouch and i was given the big responsibility of paying the vendors after mom had struck the deal. it was a big responsibility , all the counting , calculating ,taking back the change and all of it . it made me feel important , in charge and responsible .. mom had successfully got me interested in something as boring as vegetable shopping .and ever since then the sundays after that i used to be looking forward to it with great enthusiasm. i really miss those sundays they were so much better than the ones today ... i miss being a kid , when all that petty change meant so much money and homework was the biggest responsibility towards the world.
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