What makes Sundays so special?
Sundays are God’s way of apologizing for all the struggles S/he has given you in this life.
Sundays are like the first flush of your favorite tea, first bloom of Spring, first love. Every Sunday is full of excitement, buzzing with the possibility of something new- a new book you got to read, a new place to brunch or maybe a new hiking trail you promised yourself.
Or may be if you love cooking, unlike me, it would be about trying out that new recipe.
Sundays are for washing your memories of the past week, soaking into the possibilities of the next week even if there’s that bitter aftertaste from the litanies of past week.
Last year I wrote about the ceaselessness of Januaries, but this year it felt like it flew by in a jiffy. So, the first Sunday of February feels a bit too soon, but this month I have decided to make my Sundays a little more exciting- as tempting my bed and bedside table books sound.
What are your Sunday favorites?
Fingers in symphony 