I am a grateful man. Ain't I?
Today was sort of...weird. Did as many random things as I could have possibly done in a space of twenty four hours. Woke up at haf past six and went for my driving class. I was very very pissed as I stood there waiting for my trainer, who chose this very day(when I was bang on time!) to be late. It wasn't all that bad, though. I met this very nice girl at the driving school. Not like we got on like a house on fire or anything. Just that we spoke at intervals about most random things and if I spoke for myself, I thoroughly enjoyed her company! What a way to start a day.
Came home and tried to make some headway with my project designs. Had quite a bawal with my mother over buying the labrador. The father was on my side and acting funny. Which enraged the mother further. Finally I decided to skip lunch, much to my parent's dismay and anger. Went for tuition and was horribly hungry and thirsty. So on my way back got into this really old shabby shop in Gariahaat for a Mughlai Paratha and Mutton Kasha. BURP.
The auto stand had a teeming queue of enthusiastic puja shoppers. After a couple of minutes, I decided to walk home. I stay at Baghajatin. Now, walking is one of those things that really make me happy. So I had not even exhausted half my collection of songs when I found I had reached Jadavpore. The stretch from JU to Baghajatin is a pain in the arse. So I took an auto home.
Strangely blissful. Not hungry. A lil' tired.
Go screw. You! Ha ha.