LOVING SUNDAY

I wish every day was a Sunday. This day comes

after a long wait of six days. Sunday comes as

a boon especially for students. It is such a relief

from hurried mornings of weekdays. I get up

late on a Sunday morning and laze around.

My mother also gives me a relaxation in the

'early to bed and early to rise' schedule.

She prepares any of my favourite dish for the

special Sunday breakfast.

Mother calls me for lunch but it is only when

she herself appears at the scene that I go back

home. I wish Sundays were bit longer than 24

hours.In the evening, when we sit for dinner,

the thought of getting up early the next morning

again grips my mind. With a heavy heart I retire

to my bed. Before going to sleep, I wish a sad

farewell to my dear Sunday and wish it comes

again as soon as possible. A Sunday is, indeed,

an excellent holiday. The end of my dear

Sunday lends me into Monday blues already.