Power Sundays

Good Morning folks! Wake up! The early crimson rays of sun have just moved forward from the green leaves of Rubber Plant placed in your car porch! Sundays are not meant for sleeping.
Isn’t the odor of steaming hot mug of coffee enough to open your eyes? Push the blanket aside, slide the heavy curtains off the windows and open the door of your terrace to let the light and fresh air enter into your room.

Hey! Why are you staring at me with your angry face and blood red eyes? Are you angry for being disturbed so early in the morning? Oh … No … No … don’t try to throw that heavy ashtray towards me. Look at the clock; it is about to strike 10 on the dial. Cool down and sip your coffee. Just have a look at your neighbor’s door. In the morning they have washed their car. And now are you seeing the fruit baskets in their hands? Perhaps they are leaving for a picnic.
At this point I noticed a sparkle appearing in his eyes. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Umm where are you dialing buddy?
Just to make a picnic program with friends, he replied promptly.
Great!
The jinnee wishes him a full-of-fun Sunday, waves his hand and a smoky cloud disappears in the air.

Thanks … he smiled, took the last sip of coffee that was getting cold and left the bed to get ready for the picnic!


My Random Wish: Would that I had been on Karachi’s beach today.