Sunday Evenings

Sunday evenings

I spent thinking of what I did days pastlike a puzzle jigsaw

I remember those some empty days and nights
Spent thinking the past and the future

Sunday evenings

I live them with or without you

They have their own special aura
Their special way in my heart

Sunday evenings are quite, spent anticipating of days ahead.

© Stirred Not Shaken 2004

Last night I was talking with my cousin about his new and evident love affair, which needless to say ended, causing him to be heart-broken and love-stricken! Well, subject veered to why he got himself involved in that mess came up...and it turned out to be quite interesting! Not to make his details public, let me show by one proposition...to start with he knew that sun rises on the east, but all these months when he was enjoying company of her, he was assuming eventually sun will rise on the west...well at the end of his relationship, he found out that, oh! Sun is still rising on the east...my analogy may not be farfetched if I tell you he never really wanted to be with her!

Well, matter of subject is little bit different here and preamble lasted more that I expected it would. We contemplated on finding somebody who is better at understanding the unspoken subtleties of my Indian life...well it seems that I was assuming many things when I said that!

Imagine a place where you are awarded to procrastinate, awarded to be the last person to file the tax and official food for the "tax carnival" is the road kill animal! Man, did I even talk about heaven! I was watching CBS Sunday Morning, which had one interesting piece about a town which goes by the name, Lawrence in Kansas State.
Denizens of Lawrence have taken the tax filing, per se to a new level. They congregate each April 15th in town post office to actually celebrate the filing of taxes with good music from a band who started this tradition 18 years ago, people who love to wait for last minute and couple who in fact decided to have their nuptial ceremony in front of the God, the Music and the dreadful IRS right in the same post office. As a person who is accepting new ways of living in United States, I may not understand such delicate and obscure ways of enjoying life...I think when somebody said "life is a learning stage" must be true...I am learning and enjoying it. Quest continues!