Sundays are those lazy relaxing days of your life when you spend most of it curled up on your Kurlon matresses.
The above statement holds good, if you dont (I repeat) DONT have a younger cousin who declares her intentions to get married to the family.
*sigh* sadly, I have a horde of younger cousins, and being so very hep and all that, nice and all that, intelligent and beautiful (bootiful too? :P) and all that, it is but imperative that they fall in love; once in love, *more sigh* as the rest of the world knows, you decide to bid adieu to freedom and singledom, leaving poor older cousins to be emotionally blackmailed by everyone excluding (thankfully) the mail man.
So while, my dear pretty intelligent young cousin declares at home that she is in love and shall get married to her knight in shining armor, I cannot help but think of free and tasty three course meal that will served at the occasion of her marriage, with a little twinge of the familiar disgust at the camera man who will be ever so eager to capture those moments when the sambhar trickles down my chin and ruins my expensive salwar suit and my mother cannot help but think of "why is my daughter being such a donkey that she cannot think of marriage, but only the food at marriage?"
Coming to think of it I would love to declare at home that Im in love too, and I keep doing that every now and then too, only I go " mann! I love this book" or I go "mannn whoever invented solitaire, I love the game"; but I guess the society as a whole hasnt advanced so much as yet to allow marriage between living and non living things.
Seriously though, on a parting note : I know the truth. No one else does. No one else understands, and maybe it is better to leave somethings to be un-understood by anyone else.When it comes to that, let it come to that; else , it will all anyways end.