Short essay on How You Spent Your Last Sunday (free to read). Sunday is the ‘Sabbath day’ and is generally meant for rest and leisure. But pure rest means rust.
Leisure does not mean lying in bed or sitting motionlessly on the sofa. It means diversion from routine work.
I am not fond of a vegetable life. I generally move about from place to place on Sundays and holidays. I visit my friends and relatives and go for a picnic sight-seeing or to a hotel or restaurant, in fact, to any place of recreation and entertainment with some of them
But I spent the last Sunday in a different way, in fact, I had to do so. The twentieth birthday of my friend, Rakish, fell on last Sunday. In the early morning, I went to congratulate him. He said to me, “I am glad that you have come.” He was going to send a message to me to come, as I was expected to arrange his birthday party which was to be given in the evening. So, the whole day I had to stay with Rakish at his house.
We took our breakfast and started making preparations for the party. It was to be a simple affair, not a big show, to be sure. Yet, Rakish cherished my presence greatly. We went to the market and brought the birthday cake and so many sweets and snacks, as also colorful candles, a knife, balloons and buntings, golden caps etc. I brought for myself a dainty electronic watch to be presented to Rakish as my birthday gift.
After lunch, we had a short nap. Now it was afternoon. The friends and guests started coming. Rakish was wearing his best dress. I had also meanwhile arranged to fetch my best clothes from my house. Everybody was <n his best attire. All was agog. As Rakish blew out nineteen candles fixed in the cake
there was a loud clapping with everybody saying,” Happy Birthday to Rakish.” After cake-cutting ceremony there was a sumptuous feast. There was dance; there were songs and tit-bits. People congratulated and thanked Rakish for the feast. The latter thanked me for the helping hand I had lent to him. I returned home late at night.
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