A Sunday

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It was a lazy Sunday morning. I got up with an intention of doing nothing the entire day. As soon as I freshened up, I grabbed the newspaper along with the cup of milk and ginger tea prepared by my mother and a biscuit; all loaded on my both palms. My mother enquired if I had any plans for the day as she was needed to prepare the lunch following which she would go out to meet some of her friends. I pitied myself with the rumination of not setting any kind of objective of the day whilst my mother, who is more than 60 years old, already had one. It isn’t that if it is a Sunday, one has to have a fun plan, but me, a young lad, who has been at home for last one month on leave, was expected to go around to places with friends whom I hardly meet these days. But the inner me, does not reciprocate the same feelings for my school buddies as it used to, many years back. The obvious reason being the huge time gap and the distance that has been created in our thought process. In fact, I remember, only few of them had visited me on my father’s sudden death. But this has not angered me, neither induced any harsh feelings within me because, I had never expected it from them. When people don’t expect, they don’t get hurt.

Clutching everything inside my palms, I sat on the tool kept at my balcony. As soon as I turned the first page of the newspaper, my eyes fall on a picture which depicted some advertisement related to the train service of government. It seemed like a moving train on a rail where the face of the engine was directly towards the reader. I considered it moving with the notion that the surrounding of the railway tract was only mud and plants and the rail was few inches above the earth and not on any station.

A sudden sense of excitement thrilled me from inside with the wish of plunging on a local train and visit some nearby place. I instantly called my cousin, who was 4 years older than me and made a plan to visit a place nearby which had a popular church. After informing my mother, I got ready within the slotted time.

Happily, we waited for the train to turn up at the station and thrusted ourselves into it as soon as it arrived. Local trains are mostly crowded and getting inside it, is always a huge task. I realized; I had lost that vigor in me with which I used to hit the entrance of the train on its arrival as I had as a student.

We were able to secure a place for ourselves near the door when suddenly it occurred to us that we had actually boarded a wrong train after we heard the conversations of two fellow passengers. It was all because of the huge excitement and urge that has inculcated inside me since the morning. It seemed, my cousin and me had almost lost the sense of judgement. But instead of being unhappy and worried, we laughed incessantly at our foolishness. In the immediate next station, we got down and again issued ourselves new tickets for the actual destination from this place.

Upon reaching back my home after the entire day’s schedule, I was elated, which mattered, more than anything. Sometimes, misjudgment, too, can make us happy. It was a new adventure and experience added to my life’s journey to be shared to my friends and family.

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