Weekends weren't the most favorites of my days while growing up as a kid. I do not know quite well what was it like spending weekends for other kids in Nepal in the 90s but I sure wasn't very happy about not being able to leave home or potentially enjoy my leisure time wishfully. My strongest memory from childhood about weekends is the notion that my father would be home all day and I won't be able to do things I love doing. Of course, I used to be happy that I didn't have to go to school. But it wasn't just me, my brothers or my mother who stayed home. My father didn't have to work on most Saturdays. In Nepal, we still have Saturdays as only day off in a week, except for national holidays. My father used to be a very strict parent. Especially on Saturdays, he ensured that we woke up early in the morning, after cleaning ourselves up and daily worship, we sat down with books to study. He would have busy weekdays, maybe that's why he wanted to spend