Frustration bubbles up inside you like hot lava. Nothing goes right. You curse yourself, curse yourself endlessly, you curse yourself and wish to die.

Patterns in the sky.

Twirl your fingers, twist the clouds around to your liking.
A duck. A prince kissing his princess. A mermaid fleeing. A jukebox. A choo-choo train heading nowhere. Dreams shattering, hearts breaking into a million tiny little pieces.



You danced, I danced, we danced. 
Together.

khanay walon ko khanay ka bahana chahiye :D

Food. Food is awesome.

The best kind of food, obviously, is of the free variety. The sort you get at weddings, ufff. Matlab keh uffff. Nothing like mountains of artery-clogging, ulcer-inducing cheap food cooked in diesel. Wah wah wah. Also the sort you get when someone's treating you on their birthday.

LAWL.

Then there is of course comfort food. I've heard people say that comfort food is a myth. I tell them screw you, live and let live you party poopers. If someone feels better if they eat three glazed donuts in a row just because they feel down, LET THEM.

And then, And then. There is food sneaked in the middle of the night. Food that you suddenly get a craving for, and then you go steal it from the fridge nasty and cold but it's totally worth it. I was once caught wolfing down biryani by the spoonful at four in the morning by my paternal aunt. Now Phuphoo already thinks I'm weird ( I dunno, I just know she does, for some odd reason.. :D) and OMG the look she gave me was just epic.

I also like sneaking ice cream out of the freezer at night.

I also like eating Everyday. Yes, Everyday. The tea whitener. And yes, eating. I eat actual spoonfuls of the stuff and it's actually pretty good. Kind of gross at first but good :D


HAHAA. I have probably totally grossed you out by now. But IDC. ^^