My understanding of all seven days per week was still getting stronger when I was made to realise that there will be two such days in a week when I needed to be stronger at heart, more than the rest of the week.

They tell me I was almost about to be 4 years old when my 7 year old sister used to be in her school in the afternoon and my dad had to take my mother to a very renowned hospital of the city, around 20 kilometers away from where we resided. The reason for this was a very strange process that they called dialysis, and if not more, the only thing I knew was this process took whole time out of the day and mum would be back tired and lifeless around midnight.

Out of all the the wednesdays and saturdays, a few used to feel longer and a few never-ending when we used to be informed on call that the wednesday will have to be extended till a next few mondays until she felt better. The years bygone and thus all the wednesdays and saturdays of those years, We grew up but so did my mum's enemy inside her body.

Some saturdays passed in making a lunch plan for sunday with a reason that those saturdays really were happier in the running course, and some wednesdays used to get shifted to thursdays to celebrate our birthdays on mum's stubborn demands. Some were meant only for the prayers to keep her alive while a few more actually had the power to keep her still alive. Some saw a blood-flood at home after they used to be home because of the very nature of dialysis while on some, I saw her crying with an unbearable pain in her body, already devoid of any drop of water.

The time when I was in high school and was preparing for an entrance exam, My lunch used to be handed over to me at 12 noon on wednesdays and saturdays at where I used to study and a flying kiss wishing "I am sure to see you back home happy when I return to home tonight" between the car windows used to be blown. When times changed and I was selected in a university far away from my home on a Saturday in a hospital, our lives gave us more reasons to love each other from distance. A morning call from hostel to home on wednesdays saying "today is that day again" and an unanswered call from mum to me on every saturday for it being the weekend waited every week. A call in the evening starting with "hello" in my mother's voice and when "is everything okay?" was answered by a "yes" with no stutter, I knew dictionary described that exact feeling as 'joy'.

My call log had always been empty until I left home. Eventually, It used to be filled only with a single contact named Mumma with atleast seven calls per day which involved giving each other our menu for next upcoming meals, if she'd taken every scheduled medicine near around that time, and if her blood pressure was measured to be okay. We were so much stronger in a team, that I did not care I had an elder sister to talk in some other city for days and my dad who was as near to me as my mom.

As every saturday and wednesday passed, there was this one particular saturday. A Saturday very normal, yet very strange. A normal routine of calls and a roundabout to the hospital. The following Monday when I ended my 3 min call at 7:55 pm saying "I love you", I talked to only dad at 9:50 pm for 15 seconds that she needed to be hospitalised urgently.

And then came the upcoming Saturday, a Saturday of a lifetime — When I didn't know I'd said my last "I love you" to her on the bygone Monday nor did I know how my rest of the wednesdays and saturdays would be. They better not come again (ever), I should have wished, but God clearly didn't listen to me already when I was crying for a miracle outside of ICU. This saturday was now extended to rest of (our) lives. Dad still sometimes wakes up early thinking they might get late for the hospital on random saturdays, while I have mistaken my wednesday for "Oh, today is a hospital day!" once till now. All of it ended on a random saturday, a saturday of a lifetime.

If somebody asks me how I feel about wednesdays and saturdays, I'd tell them I do not care about which day of the week it is anymore unless it's concerned with my university time table but the truth is that when I open my eyes for the day on a wednesday or a saturday, It gets nostalgic but also relieving that the constant tortures of pain for her are now over.