How You Spent Your Last Sunday

Sunday is the Sabbath day' and is generally meant for rest and leisure. But pure rest means rust. Leisure does not mean lying in bed or sitting motionlessly on the sofa. It means diversion from routine work.

I am not fond of vegetable life. I generally move about from place to place on Sundays and holidays. I visit my friends and relatives and go for a picnic sightseeing or to a hotel or restaurant, in fact, to any place of recreation and entertainment with some of them.

But I spent the last Sunday in a different way, in fact, I had to do so. The twentieth birthday of my friend, Rakesh, fell last Sunday. Early in the morning, I went to congratulate him. He expressed his happiness on seeing me and said that he was about to send a message requesting me to come over and organize his birthday party which was to be given in the evening. So, the whole day I had to stay with Rakesh at his house.

We took our breakfast and started making preparations for the party. It was to be a simple affair, not a big show, to be sure. Yet, Rakesh cherished my presence greatly. We went to the market and brought the birthday cake and so many sweets and snacks, as also colorful candles, a knife, balloons, and buntings golden caps, etc. On my own, I bought a good looking electronic watch to present to Rakesh as my birthday gift.

After lunch, we had a short nap. Now, it was afternoon. The friends and guests started coming. Rakesh was wearing his best dress. I had also arranged to fetch my best clothes at my house. Everybody was in his best attire. All was agog. As Rakesh blew out nineteen candles fixed in the cake, there was a loud clapping with everybody saying, “Happy Birthday to Rakesh." After the cake-cutting ceremony, there was a sumptuous feast. There was a dance; there were songs and tit-bits. People congratulated and thanked Rakesh for the feast. The latter thanked me for the helping hand I had lent to him. I returned home late at night.