Ice Cream Sundays

When I was growing up in India, all through high school, we used to have something called the dreaded “Monday Test”. As the name suggests, we had a test every Monday… an intentional weekend spoiler, a conspiracy hatched by our school to trouble us kids. On Sunday evenings, just as it would start to get dark, I would have this queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach…early onset of Monday morning blues.

Time has flown and now I have school going kids, with the older one in middle school.… continue reading