Sunday is always welcome. It is a holiday, a day of rest, enjoyment and leisure. On this day I do not follow any fixed program and timetable. I do and enjoy things as they come. I mean everything depend on my mood and weather. The rest of the week I follow a set timetable. But on Sundays things changed for me. The clock does not have that much significance on these days.

It is said that God created the world in six days. On the seventh day he took rest. This day was Sunday. Sunday means Sabbath. God created man after his image. That is why man enjoys Sunday as the day of rest. Rest does not mean oldness. It means such activity which gives pleasure and entertainment. Nothing routine and for the sake of saving money.

The very word ‘Sunday’ has music in it. I love it because it means many pleasant, happy and merry things. On Sunday I get up late at leisure. There is no hurry, no haste. I have not to get up early in the morning at 5.30 A.M. as usual. My parents know it and does not awake me till it is breakfast time. On Sundays, I skip my morning tea. I have the bed at about 7 A.M, have a quick brushing of the teeth and wash up and then I go straight for breakfast. My mother always prepares something special for breakfast on Sunday. We take breakfast together. On other days I take my breakfast alone.

In the day I play cricket with my friends. If weather does not permit it, we enjoy playing chess indoors. Sometimes, I go to see a good movie in the company of my friends. Last Sunday we went on a picnic.

In the evening either I visit one of my friends or they come to my house. Sunday evening is spent in joyful and intimate conversation. We together enjoy cracking jokes, telling stories and anecdotes. We also exchange our experience on Sundays in the evening.

On Sundays I keep away from home-work and study of text books. I read magazines or a newspaper for entertainment. It is all light reading for pleasure alone. Sometimes, my elder sister comes with her two children -5 year son Hemant and 2 year daughter Avantika. Then, on such a Sunday I like to play with them. I enjoy so much being in their company. I recite shymes or tell them moral stories and fairy tales.

Thus, Sunday comes with a lot of freedom from routine. On this day I am guided more by impulse than by reason. It is a day of loveliness and leisure. Sometimes, there are other welcome guests. Then there is different type of program. However, I never wish that every day was a Sunday. It is attractive only because it is once a week affair.

Sundays work like a tonic and prepare me for coming labour and hard work. I cannot enjoy a Sunday well if I have not done well in the rest of the week. Then I feel that I have not earned my Sunday. Work and rest, both are essential. One is useless without another. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. But work is very natural, it is worship. Honest and sincere toil is holy service. No good labour is ever lost. We cannot work well without occasional rest and leisure. And rest and Sunday will be meaningless without work. Sundays make my work and studies pleasurable.