As most people in the garment industry would know, Saturdays are very hectic and the weekend really only limits itself to Sunday. As life goes on, I appreciate those Sundays more and more.

The less I manage to do on Sunday, the happier my weekend. An ideal weekend would begin by lounging in bed with umpteen cups of tea for as long as I can, probably 10.30am. Since GG, my husband, is off for golf at the ungodly hour of 5am, for our household, 10.30am is considered late. Then it?s massage time. After that comes the business of sorting household staff and stocking up for the week. This needs to be very brief and much delegated. I?m new to the art of delegation in this sphere and I?m loving every bit of it.

Ideally, weekends are also pedicure time, an hour of soaking my feet in warm water reading something, the trashier the better. Being a Bengali household, Sunday lunch is an integral part of the day and consists of the essential rice, aloo posto, karai dal, mangsho jhol and only then can I add anything else I?d like to. After 10 years of marriage, I?ve not only learned to like it but sometimes even miss it. Posto adds to the siesta that follows.

Favourite weekend evenings are spent lounging in the Tolly with family and my two-and-a-half-year-old niece Saranya, on the jhoolas. Over chips and popcorn, my happiest times are listening to her prattling on about playschool and Tom and Jerry and what not, as she goes from swing to slide and back.

I?d say my weekends are inspired by the poem ?Leisure? that goes ?What is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare...?.