This Sunday, the sunny side up
Joy to the world, Sunday’s here! After two years of Saturday grumbling, City Cribs will now be part of your Sunday morning breakfast.
Joy to the world, Sunday’s here! After two years of Saturday grumbling, City Cribs will now be part of your Sunday morning breakfast. A grumble with your dosa, sir? A crib with your sausages, ma’am? Or a never-ending complaint served with your eggs, sunny side up?
For those of you confused, City Cribs will hence forth feature on Sundays. Depending on which side of a hangover you’re on, Sunday can be the start or the end of a hectic week. For most people, the day of rest is less about resting and more about doing the rest of the things that couldn’t be done during the week — like sleeping, shopping, reading, taking your dog to Lodhi Garden, spending time with family or washing your underwear.
A friend of mine has been planning to go to the Sunday book bazaar in Daryaganj for the past six years, but when push comes to shove, books take a backseat to sleep. I’m sure that’s the case with most of you. Sunday = Sleep. Except for those of you who have to buy vegetables, stock up on groceries and clean the house; my condolences.
To me, Sunday feels like a fresh start (once I wake up, of course). I clean my cupboard, make optimistic lists about everything I can achieve in the coming weeks and swear to go on a diet. By Tuesday afternoon, I am looking forward to the following Sunday again... but that’s a different story.
For now, it’s time to crib. This week, the Capital’s eve-teasers, metro crooks and even the scorching heat takes a back seat to the only fitting crib of the hour — why don’t Sundays ever last long enough?
