If there is ever a competition for putting names of the articles over songs, I will come straight on top. most of the names of posts on my blog are over songs by coldplay, GnR, radiohead, and not to mention, U2. however, this is not the issue of this post.
Coming to home is always lovely. Though you get bored after 3-4 days and are either sleeping or watching TV, still the food is so great that it is worth all the boredom. Mother always cooks the dishes that she knows you like, and is always asking you to tell her more recipes to cook. and once you sit on the dinner table and put a slice of food into your mouth, I swear you always feel like you have reached the heavens. It is a far cry from the food given in mess that you swallow just to remain alive, not remembering only 5 minutes later what was it that you had eaten. You eat so much that afterwards the only thing you can do is sleep. So you wake up in the morning, take breakfast, go to sleep, wake up and take lunch, again so to sleep and wake up only at the time of dinner.
In the night, you are in a light and hearty mood. You switch on the computer, and suddenly you get to know that the most beautiful girl in the world hadn’t had anything to eat all day long. she had come to a promised land and had once dreamed of spinning the whole world with her charm and intellect. Instead, her head spins at 6 in the evening, and you can’t do anything but watch her helplessly as she cries in pain, and hunger. But yes, one thing is common. You sleep for 16 days a day, and so does she. The only difference is, for you it is an option, for her it is a necessity to deal with headache.
Where did it all go wrong ?