It’s a January day and it’s a Sunday,
Solitude has a meaning,
Even though it’s dark, raining & freezing.
We stay in bed, there’s nowhere to go,
Thank God for parents who live just next door.
The clothes are wet even four days after,
The extra room hosts the drying stand,
Waiting to be filled with guests’ laughter.
We prepare Sunday brunch, and watch some TV,
And think of sunny days when life will be little easy.