And when the distant road glistens br under the Sunday morning sun br the happy couples come out hand-in-hand br br From their shoulders hang br flashy cameras, hot coffee in flasks br br All merrily move towards br Ranchi or Baghmundis br br And the poor, rustic, foolish fellow that I am br I never remember br Today is Sunday, a holiday br a day to enjoy and celebratebr br CHOUDHURI SUKUMARbr br