Sunday kay Sunday

If it is sunday, it has to be in Kolkata. For me.

That special combination of laziness, contentment and mellow-ness.

I went out for a quick errand: tickets for a play. Got great seats and bonus: a good soak in the sunday pre-lunch air of kolkata.

There was hardly any traffic on the road, by Kolkata standards that is. It would constitute a major traffic jam in some countries though. Could hardly recognise Rashbehari avenue. Despite the red signal, a bus lumbered by, a man slow cycled and a couple ambled past. And nobody complained, no horns blared. No one going any where in particular, and not with any purpose. Oh the sheer bliss of it all.

Houses snoozed, sighed contentedly, squat and tall, happy on lazy roads which on any other day would be narrow, over crowded, dirty, full of rubbish etc. (No, its not a touch of the sun. I am not making it up).

Even the constant humidity didnt feel opressive. The sun too was on sunday behaviour, shining on and off. And off home for that all important sunday lunch: mangshor jhol - Goat meat curry. Ah!