I miss the good old days. Sundays used to be special as that was the day when dad personally went to the butchers shop and got mutton for the house. Sundays were synonymous with Mutton curry and rice. Some Sundays, whichbwere around birthdays in the family, we all gathered at my Aunty's place. The celebrations were almost always potluck dinner. We had songs and dances with someone singing, someone playing the guitar, someone whistling ....we had so much fun with so little. Ordering food from outside was almost non existent. Something changed and today all I see are food ordered from outside with Netflix playing in the backdrop and one or two friends drinking together. I miss the good old days. They were so special. 😊
Freedom looks very different at 40 than at 20. At 20, freedom is to parties, to go pub hopping, to socialise till you drop, eating out at expensive restaurants etc etc.... At 40, I'm beginning to realise freedom is to be able to have slow mornings, nature walks, netflix binge at home or picking up a good book with home cooked delicacies. Sounds like a cliche but that seems like the only fact. But I guess you have to reach this age to really feel it. 😊 live free:) we live only once...