Weekend? What weekend? I play all week. My weekend starts on a Monday morning. It’s only very late on Saturday night that I stop playing and come home to bounce around. I make it a point to do what I enjoy doing in life, so I don’t have just one-and-a-half days in a week to call my own.

Usually Saturdays look like a continuation of my play-week. I do what I love most — I read and think and catch up with people I care for. They take care of my Saturday evenings and when I get home, it’s usually very, very late. If I have time, I watch a film. I’m a regular movie buff and I watch everything under the sun, though by default, 80 per cent of it seems to comprise Hindi films.

On Sunday mornings, I sleep in — that is to say, I wake up at 5:15 in the morning instead of my usual 4am. More often than not, I settle down with a movie and wait for the rest of the family to wake up at a more decent 7:30 or 8 ’clock.

Sunday breakfast is a long and leisurely affair. Once that’s out of the way, we proceed to cook. Now that takes longer than it sounds. Usually my sister and I try to cook for the week and flash freeze the food, so that we have an easy week ahead. Sunday lunch has to be simple and my comfort food on a typical Sunday is rice, daal, boiled eggs and pickles. It’s the kind of food I grew up on.

I take a cat nap at around 1pm and then work on my weekly to-do list, or what I call my play list. When that’s given a once-over, I watch some more movies or read for a while. Around 5.30pm, everyone’s awake after their afternoon siesta and the usual slow Sunday evening sets in. I hit the gym in the evening for a bit of workout. I return home to grade my students’ papers and assignments and before I know, I’m ready to start playing on Monday again.