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I don’t really have a weekend in the real sense of the word, as more often than not, work always spills over. Throughout the week, I’m busy playing professor to students at City College, and preparing for my lectures. Although I do write during these days, come Saturday and I devote as much time as I can to my passion, writing.
With no classes to attend on this day, I also catch up on reference work, if I have any, and take some time out to listen to music. So quite often, one would find me lost in the world of Rabindrasangeet and old Bengali songs. I’m also very fond of Kabir Suman’s music as also Neil Diamond, one of my all-time favourite English singers. On Saturday evenings, my husband Sudhangsu, who’s a painter, and I like to stay put at home, and sometimes, close friends drop in for a visit.
Sundays are when my real weekend begins. I quite enjoy pottering about the house on Sundays. It’s the one day that I can just let my hair down and enjoy some alone time. While many people like catching a movie or two on the weekend, I prefer going for long, leisurely drives. Quite often, we take the Bombay road and drive way out. Lunch is usually at some dhaba on the way.
But more than anything Sunday is about being with my family ? my husband, my mother, my aunt and uncle. In a way, we’re rather possessive about our weekends. We like this time to be private, using it to exchange our thoughts about various things with one another.
Photograph by Rashbehari Das