When I was in school, I never understood the fascination with weekends. In fact, I was one of those irritating kids that thought school was actually fun, no matter how much homework I got. But now, weekend happens to be the most important part of my week. Or as Joseph Addison very aptly said ‘Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.’

Yesterday however, my memory was rusty and I forgot that the day was Sunday. So I woke up pretty much at the same time that I wake up everyday for office. And I started getting ready when I realized that the day was Sunday.

The whole day was pretty much like any other Sunday. I slept a little, I read a lot. And I did what I was supposed to do…took the coward’s way out and wrote him an e-mail. I had no reason, but I had made my decision.

In the evening family and I went to Amrat’s and from there we went to Race Course Ground where a flower exhibition was in full bloom. I found in a new interest in Horticulture and quite a few new species of flowers there. Aban’s dad moved around memorizing the names of flowers he wanted to plant next year in his garden. Then we had Dahi Bhalay, Chaat and Gol Gapai…which were quite tasteless but it was fun squatting on the ground in the dark and eating food we couldn’t see.

I confided in Amrat about my latest dilemmas while she confided in me about hers. She has been offered a scholarship to study Public Relations in Turkey and she wants to take it up. But in true fashion of all parents, her mother thinks she should either get married or if she HAS to study she should go to UK for further studies.

I told her that she should go. If not for the education then simply for a great opportunity to travel in Europe. The University she has selected is in Andalusia so I believe she will come back with rich experiences of a splendid culture.

So, that’s another person moving out of the country. I think I have quite run out of people now.

We went back to Amrat’s place where I had probably the best Strawberry Cheese cake ever. I love to eat…there are no two ways about it But if the food is made incredibly well, I eat it reverently without saying one word.

These days, I need to eat as much as I can. My CSS exams may have been cleared but the Federal Public Service Commission sadly founds me lacking in one vital area…my weight. I have been issued a notification that declares me medically unfit temporarily unless I gain 4 kgs by 8th April. So much for my joining civil service.

Anyhoo, I came home and since I had nothing to do…I sang songs to Ammi…the only person who listens to me despite the fact that I cant sing to save my life. The night could have ended on a good note there but Noreen sent me a follow-up on my e-mail.

I don’t know what I am doing.
Sam says that I shouldn’t be afraid of hurting people if it’s not intentional.
I believe that it is better to hurt people in the short run rather than make them and yourself suffer in the long run.
Saddy says that the reason I have based my decision on is not good enough.
I think I can’t go through another ordeal. I am just not strong enough.
Noreen’s equally shocked…apparently she didn’t see it coming either.

Lord! What am I going to do?