Saturday. An unhurried day. Time with the children. Watched Udai frolic in the pool from my terrace on Floor 14. He looked like he was having fun, even though I pretty much forced him out of the home.
Aadyaa made some wonderful stuff while I did my riyaaz. Raag Bhairav. She picked up the bandish and sang along in parts. Very deeply satisfying. Later at breakfast (banana pancakes and cocktail sausages, no less!), Udai sang some too! He had learnt classical vocals for a few months and he adored all the bandishes (songs with words), but wasn’t too hot on the sargam (practicing the notes) etc. Am trying to coax him back into the folds of a music training, slowly but surely.
Then there was a wonderful lunch at mum’s. Made with tender loving care, the fare was superb- puruk, rasam and beans with rice and traditional potato fries. Again, very satisfying. The tastes of childhood can be really comforting. I spent two years with my maternal grandmum (Amamma) as a kid and this is the sort of stuff she must have cooked.
Mum had a dear family friend visiting from Mumbai, who flew in this afternoon. So we were all off for a dinner at the newly buzzing local mall. We chose to try Pizzavito, an Italian eatery somewhere between authentic and fast food. Food was tasty and the kids loved it. We met other families from where we live, so it was a great outing in that sense. The kids, especially, enjoyed conversing with someone new and it was entertaining to hear their opinions on various things. Udai spun out a classic today- ‘When you are over 20, the months and days go slowly because you have already lived so many years!’. Go figure. A profound statement open to interpretation.
Saturdays are the days for profound, open and enjoyable things to happen to you. For Sunday lies before you in all its glory.