What I miss the most after my retirement is the pleasure of Sunday afternoon nap.
Working six-days a week, I would look forward to the Sunday, right from Friday morning, especially in the last two years.
After having a heavy meal of stuffed parathas, rasedar and mixed vegetable raita, and a desert of kheer, it is a real treat to have an hour of solid, deep sleep. (can’t really call it a nap)
Now having the luxury of the freedom to have a nap anytime during the day, I don’t even know when Sunday comes along. The charm of having a Sunday afternoon nap is gone.
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