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...
“What are you stitching?” I asked the cat surprised. “A stitch in time saves nine,” he said with a twitch of his tail. “ Nin e?” “My nin e lives, I am revising them for my autobiography,” the cat said. “Why don’t you get a sewing machine?” I asked him. “You can get one for me,” he told me. “I don’t think they make one for cats,” I replied. “Then you can get me one that the tailor uses,” the cat said. “You want to do some tailoring on the sid e?” I asked. “Nothing like that, you can step on the pedal while I do the sewing, many paws make light work,” he purred. “My lights work properly, thank you,” I said. “ Eve n the one in your belfry?” the cat asked. “That one hel ps me to navigate in the dark,” I acknowledged. “Do you use diesel or nuclear power?” the cat asked. “Diesel and nuclear power for a sewing machine?” I asked not understanding. “One day the world will run entirely on nuclear power,” he said prophetically. “I ...