Today's Sunday
I remember that childhood Sunday
That Sunday morning,
looked fresher and better than the rest of the morning
Songs of Rangoli in the Morning
after taking a shower
Those Doordarshan programs at nine o'clock
Mowgli with tights
Chandrakanta's story
So sometimes Ramanand Sagar's pastimes of Krishna
the powers of the Shaktiman
Sometimes Captain Vyom and sometimes the mysterious world of Dus numbari
Mount the antenna on the roof when the signal does not come
going out with friends and playing in the fields
Watching the water running towards the fields through the drain beside the trails
playing with pets
sometimes sit together and make clay toys
returning home on that relaxing afternoon
Sometimes playing Ludo after eating food and sometimes playing antakshari
sometimes read story books
Sometimes the lightest blink of a dream world
That hustle and bustle of the evening, the magic of those games
sometimes cricket and sometimes football
Sometimes hid, sometimes caught hold and sometimes pitthu
Sometimes in the ground, sometimes in the streets and sometimes in the fields, walking, running, jumping
and then return home with the waning evening
hand washing fun
Hurry to do homework before dinner
After going to bed that fun before sleeping
Before sleeps, listening to the stories of moon stars, world after world, king queen, ghosts, riddles, jokes
With eyes blinking from sleep, that Sunday slowly passes
Time passed and changed and slowly without realizing that Sunday also passed and changed
In today's competitive era, in the race to get money, status and fame.
Riding on a mechanical horse, I am waiting for that Sunday, I wish that Sunday would come back again
remembering that past Sunday
forget it for a while
To this loneliness of today and this world full of tension
I know that what has passed does not come back
But after remembering those moments, the mind is at ease.
And sometimes that moment is the work of medicine on a hurting heart.