Saturdays

 You remember as kids we used to have slam books where our friends would fill their favourite colours, favourite city, favourite actor, etc, etc. And as we grow up, we usually grow out of favourites. Either there are many things to like in a category and you can never pick one or you have stopped caring about the category altogether. Who cares about a favourite colour anymore? (I'm sorry if you do).

However, today I was thinking about my favourite day in a week and even though the options are only seven the decision was not difficult at all. My favourite day is Saturday.  

Saturday marks the end of a work week. It's the first day after a series of five days when I am not waking up in a hurry to log in to my work laptop. Even if I wake up early, I still have the time to lounge around and look at the money plant on my work desk being greeted by the morning sun. 

I usually start by making my bed and opening the curtains. The morning sun makes me feel better immediately. On Saturdays, I sit on the balcony and read and then worry about my writing and how I am not writing enough and I keep sitting on my ideas for hours. On Saturdays, I have the time to eat peanuts while looking at the flower vendor or the eagle that Purvash spotted today. 

Saturdays are also distant from Mondays. You still have a day and a night in between, which seems enough. I feel like there is enough conversation about the Sunday evening dread, but hardly any on the Saturday night's chill. There is an entire night and you have no pressure to sleep early. You can go out for dinners (which we rarely do) but you can also be up at night rummaging through random people's blogs and making dosa to satiate your midnight hunger.

You already know about my obsession with rumlolarum, but lately, I have also discovered a few other blogs. The idea of knowing a person only through what they have written in the blog is fascinating. On most of these, it's hard to find a name or social media profile and that's how I like it. It's like knowing a person only through some letter that they wrote. There are no followers or numbers that you can look at to find out where this person might be in life today. Most of these bloggers that I am discovering today in 2022 have been writing since 2008 or 09 and I am discovering them and their writing after more than a decade. Seems like Internet was a beautiful place, once upon a time.