Yet another Sunday is here...my friends ask me about my plans for the day...they have no idea how I dread Sundays....the intensity of the stillness of Sunday afternoons unnerves me and embarrasses me-it is something that I am not in control of...the peace,the quiet,the silent joy of lazy Sunday afternoons is not for me-the early riser,rushing to the kitchen,racing to the bus terminus to be lost in the cacophony of sounds and stench of smells and blackened dirty bodies....

The hair-raising ride to work,the mid-morning rush-hour traffic,the labyrinthine maze through the snarls of blue,red buses,the fat and ageing,yellow taxis,the tired autorickshaws,the wasted man on the bicycle---living on the edge,that's what I yearn for-dodging the kolkata traffic as I begin another battle,another epic struggle....that's when Im in control as I brace myself to bark at the fat old,beetle-chewing lecher....

The tranquillity of Sunday afternoons,the veneer of smiles and happiness hiding mayhem unlocks my anxieties as I struggle to tune myself in to the hypocrisies and lies and loud laughter.....

You long for Sunday afternoons...I long for Monday mornings....