Burtrend Russell rightly observed “Only fool dies in workhouse”. And God could not deny the fact. So, He establishes a rule of rest day ie. Sunday. This is the day when workhouse let loose its hand on us. On Sunday we are a lot of free and frolicking people. Sunday has a universal, if not eternal, appeal on people. The very approaching of Sunday brings about a queer pleasure in our mindset. Sunday yields a mysterious chemistry even in a die-heart stern man thus metamorphoses him into a funny and amusing man. Who does not welcome Sunday with a smiling heart. This is the day when man takes rest.
But each man has its own definition of rest. There may be one who undertakes a long bi-cycle ride on Sunday. He feels he has his rest. He feels his soul is recharged. He is ready to take is next week assignment afresh. But I enjoy Sunday in my own style. I enjoy sleep, reading literature, listening to music and participating in games. But sleeping is the top most agenda in my Sunday treat-list. I rise late on Sunday morning. However Sunday is not complete without some of my favourite dishes form Mom’s kitchen. My Sunday flows quietly and lazily and I enjoy every bit of it. I am fond of reading Agatha Christie. An adventure of Herclue Poirot just foots the bill of my Sunday afternoon.
I personally prefer and absolutely private holiday. The day I want to live only with my family. Seldom I do invite any guest on Sunday.
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