Sunday - meant Church
A soundtrack that I would like to associate with Sundays, is that of Varnapakittu’s.
It’s tracks are beautiful and I remember returning back from church on rainy Sundays to watch it on Asianet, as the sky grew dark and getting ready to eat freshly made breakfast after church, riding on our Maruti Alto. It was all smiles back then, when the kid would flick the TV on and lounge on the couch, carrying my frame to watch some frames.
After breakfast meant a short siesta for the elders. After lunch meant a royal siesta.
Young me would be on the couch tuning into Asianet Movies and other random programs that Asianet used to air during it’s non-peak hours on Sunday afternoons. It's bliss to recall the names of movies that I was able to catch during those time slots - Thoovanathumbikal being an example. Just tuning in to be dazed by the frames. Nothing to worry about. The scene between Jayakrishnan and Madhavan, in the temple courtyard is one frame that still lives rent-free in my head. The songs from Varnapakittu too.
These movies and those days from the 2010’s have a wonderful place in my heart.
No sleep meant more time to myself, and that meant watching TV, or curling up with a book. My books to jam with were Tinkle Comics, Famous Five and Roald Dahl's books
The 4 mani chayakudi accompanied with special kadi that Amma would make. Just sipping Bournvita milk and having snacks, without having a thought for the world.
More TV time, more carrom games and the next day rolled by
Times were simpler back then.
It's bliss to recall memories from then, with a smile, while reaching out for the keyboard, just to document these memories, from a content vacation.
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