The alarm went off at six that Sunday too, as it does every morning and Charles woke up as he had been doing over the years, more as a ritual than as a compulsion.
Whether it was a holiday or a vacation or any other day of routine mundane, the alarm bell goes off without fail and Charles is off his bed and so are others in his house. The other days are reasonably peaceful but Sundays quite hectic.
That Sunday morning too, one and all in the house rushed for the washroom, pushing and jostling before the dressing table at that far corner of the bedroom, trying to look their best; well groomed. They were scurrying up to go to the Church for the morning mass. Perhaps, they all desired to impress God.
As Charles started the car, his mind took him back the memory lanes to about 10 years in the past.
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