Once Like A Sunday

Sunday comes every week in my life. But this one was one of its kind. It was very busy on the whole. I started the day with much zest and fervor with a feeling of getting rest after a long and tiring week. But I was not assured about the day but it was a traveler's day, I would say. I said this because I have traveled all day. It was urgently required. I did it. But I felt quite tired. Because I have thought of a peaceful Sunday but it didn't go the way I want it to be. So at last, I felt like one doesn't have control over anything. So busy was the Sunday and so am I.