Sunday morning breakfast. Easy. Lazy. Father and son conversation over a lazy breakfast H: My birthday's coming up next month. What gift will you get for me sweetie. A's eyes light up, face animated, all excited - I will get you stars, like the ones in my room! Then you can also put in your room. The kid's thrilled. The Dad a bit let down. H: And what other gift will you get for me.. A rushes in to his room and gets a Ben-10 package. Happy Birthday Baba! This is for you. It's very big. It will fit you. It's just like mine. Then you can wear Ben-10 bandi just like me! Aah.. these melting moments. ---- Continuing the lazy Sunday.. It's just 10 am. We've already been up a few hours. Yes, we're like that. The Damn Body clock just doesnt realise it's a Sunday. The maid's gone. The cleaning up chores all done - well atleast the ones I cant turn a blind eye to. Breakfast made by H - soupy noodles. All 3 of us sprawled out on the chitai, with the balcony glass doors wide open. The view opens out to lovely blue white grey monsoon skies, cool wind, the 4 palms swaying away, the yellow genda and the pink xyz adding a dash of color. Kid finishes and jumps off dancing to the balcony. Then stoops down to smell the roses..sorry er genda fool... I say to H - feels just like a holiday. H: Ya. Almost. Me: a chirpy sigh. What's missing? its such an enchanting moment. H: Room service!??!