Weekend rituals

The little screens of our mobiles
light up like the faces of children
Calling us for the weekend rituals.
Breakfast in the sun.
Lunch under the cool breeze of AC
and Dinners on the roof top.
We dress up tiptop.
Check the lock twice as advised
by the protective mothers.
And we are out.
Pick the place. Make reservations.
Choose a better view for everyone.
Our differences are a boon here.
Only few of us are on the look out
That day, that particular place.
We keep the loot of the day aside,
reminding ourselves
to collect the worth by the end.
And our conversations cook
on a slow fire, rotating lazily
like the queued chicken.
For the starters, there is a warm up
of our memories
and by main course, we are deep
into some grown up problems.
Life being life
upturns us in different ways
and each finds its way to this table.