SLOW SUNDAYS
I want Sundays to be slow and comforting. Like how your blanket makes you feel on a cold day or a cool breeze on a hot day. If not that, then a fan at maximum speed on a sweaty, sultry day. And it does feel different in a space we are trying to make a home. What it should be and should not be is the sum of the places we have stayed, the books we have read, and the people we meet; the aesthetics from the pages of magazines we've folded and the screenshots from the scenes of movies which we revisit just to make a note of the colour theme or the props that were used. Like the yellow walls, the teal cushions, the block-printed white curtains, and even the fridge magnets you decide to collect from each place you visit. Treading the same path is the idea of cooking. We can wish for the aesthetics, but the messy ordeal is satisfying, given that you are making your favourite. My friend, an expat in Dubai, made sure that his weekend lunch had fish curry made from scr...