Today is Sunday. For me, thats hard to notice. The most obvious way that i can make sure that it really is Sunday is feeling Dads presence at home.Its everywhere, from the TV, to fiddling around with everything, to creating a jolly mood around.The man is everywhere.
Sunday is the time when me and Dad really talk around .He is a busy man so its pretty much Sunday , the Son and Father on the table day.
Today was filled with 3 instances that i feel like sharing.
1.) Morning, 11: 00 a.m- I was going to leave for a friends place.Dint create much hype about it so Mom & Dad dint knew about it till i started to look neat( read Dressed).
Dad- ” where are you going, its Sunday, I’ll get bored, who will I box around with!”
2.) Evening, 8 :30 p.m- Mom and Dad were going outside for dinner. I decide to take a break from my pile up of work and join them for dinner. I was searching for some socks when Dad shows up.
Dad-”Take mine from the cupboard”
to which i ACCIDENTALLY reply,
Me-” Dad, we shouldn’t take each others sex”.
He nods, smiles and goes to the other room.
*Socks and Sex do sound similar though if you have an Indian accents*
10: 00 pm-
Before this one, I’d like to share a fact that as a kid i was really fascinated by kites. There wasn’t a day during summer time in my school time that i wouldn’t have a kite in the sky.My head would always be pointed up towards the sky, looking at kites. The first thing i used to do after coming home from school was to get on the roof and fly that kite high up in the sky.Sunburns were so common.
I still have a part of that kid in me. Keep reading →
