Sunday supposedly the rest day turned into an extremely laborious workday for me. I had slept the
night before thinking that I would get up comfortably later than usual feeling like a regal queen but
my husband’s early rising hormone ruined my regal thoughts of sleeping late. On the contrary, my
husband rose at the first light of the early dawn fully fresh and recharged for the day. He played the
morning devotional songs at a volume that entertained every nook and corner of the house. My
sleep hormone felt hurt and so they stopped working. Much as I turned and tossed on the bed to
try and get some more sleep but much against my wishes I had to open my sleep-deprived eyes
and awoke only to be greeted by my husband’s happy countenance. He enthusiastically greeted
me by saying, ‘’ Good Morning Dear’’ and I nodded my head and said, ‘’ Morning’’ in a very feeble
voice obviously because the lethargy hormone was playing its part very well.
Corona times prevail and therefore helpers do not come home these days. The endless chores
have to be undertaken by us only. My husband monkeyed around the house doing all the non-
essential or trivial work while I got engaged with the preparation of meals, sweeping, mopping and
washing utensils, etc, etc. My husband cushioned his body against the brightly coloured, spongy
sofa seat sipping ginger ale and glancing through the pages of a newspaper wearing terrific
expressions all that time. While I paced between the corridors of the kitchen and the other rooms
sanitizing them. My husband’s curiosity hormone made him rise from the sofa only to stain the
freshly mopped floor of the house and when my eyes noticed his bravado, my anger hormone
yelled at him hysterically, the decibel of which frightened my hyperactive husband. His remorse
hormone apologized to me that very instant and that calmed my stress hormone only to the
minutest degree. In fact he offered to undo the stains and so while I employed my skills in the
kitchen arena, he worked generously in the housekeeping section all over again.
Later, I also noticed that my husband amused his senses using his mobile phone by traversing
different social media platforms. Every time that I came to the bedroom for some work I saw him
perched atop the comfortable bed wearing serene and pleased expressions all the time. By then it
was late lunchtime but the gentleman had only done with ablutions that were involuntary in nature.
All the meaningful voluntary activities were put in wait mode. My reason hormone requested him
time and again to get ready but he remained unmoved. He was much too absorbed in the social
media but then my manipulation and melodrama hormone fatigued him and he swiftly changed
gears. In fact he finished with the bath and the lunch at a lightning speed.
Much later that Sunday evening my husband enthusiastically offered me an outing to cheer me up
which I carefully considered and then obliged. We were all dressed to the hilt and all set to go but
my husband’s memory hormone was a shame. The car keys were untraceable and by the time we
located them our exhaust hormone reached its peak thus the idea of the romantic outing followed
by a sumptuous dinner fizzled out into thin air. Finally, I watered my soul by getting into the world of
writing which is hugely therapeutic for me but somehow the topic to be dwelt upon was too blurred
because the mind was constantly perceiving reels of the exhausting bygone moments of that
blessed Sunday. Suddenly my creative hormones overpowered all the other active hormones and
the idea to ink the blessed Sunday activities was born. The resultant is for you to read friends.
A simple dinner with old Indian Bollywood melodious songs by our yesteryears legendary singers
and an early night seemed much too enticing for me. My husband’s amorous glances and his
resolve to be a Casanova that night dissolved sooner than he had expected when he realized that I
was drifting into a sleep mode. But before passing out, I had dared my husband’s snore hormone
to try teasing my sleep hormone. A goodnight definitely followed. Sunday had finally rewarded me
eventually.. At least it offered me a royal sleep after a roller coaster ride of oscillating hormonal
activities.
Written by : Preeti Kandpal Pathak
