There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest was very welcome. I loved to sleep. I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon. The pastor, in fact, would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The on...
"Why didn't you tell me before?" asked the new maid confronting me. "Tell you what?" I asked. "Don't put on that innocent look!" she said sharply. "After sixty all men return to the Age of Innocence," I replied candidly. "Haven't I seen them all!" the new maid said contemptuously. "You must have good eyesight!" I said appreciatively. "I also have eyes in the back of my head when I work for duffers like you," she said mockingly. "I resent being called a duffer; at the most, I dodder and dawdle," I replied annoyed. "But why didn't you tell me earlier?" she admonished. "That I dodder and dawdle?" I asked. "No! No!" She cried, "You must have been doing that since the age of two." "Certainly not, I only tottered at fifty-nine and began to dodder and dawdle when I slipped on a banana peel two years later,...