On working on Sundays...

Dusting bookshelves, arranging wardrobes or the shoe rack and making my bed - that's just about it when it comes to me working on a Sunday. My first day of the week, otherwise, is spend lazing in bed for hours on end or going out on long walks or catching up with friends. Yes, the lazing on bed is never alone...






Ahem! It’s almost always in company of a book. Every two to three pages of reading is, at times, interspersed with dozing off for a few seconds, then jolting awake and getting back to the fragrant ink that I am so attracted to.

Today's work has been a little out of ordinary. I'm literally at work - in office - doing all that I do during the rest of the week. As I swipe in, I find the unusual silence around rather in my face. The office bears a sepia-tinted look. Suddenly it looks old-world and languid. Is this how offices look on Sundays? Like it’s a living, breathing thing, who’s taking a much-needed break.

Coming back to the silence, I almost welcome it within an hour of arrival. It is comforting to the extent that I don’t fret about working today. Work’s relaxed as we are not pushing a deadline. We are just ensuring that a special issue that we are bringing out in the coming week turns out as well as we are anticipating it would. And we are pretty much doing that, as hard as we can :).

The piece seems incomplete as I no longer have the time to update my blog. Work’s beckoning and Sunday or not, because I’m here today I’ll have to get back to it. So till the next post… (hopefully before next Sunday :) )