The FRIDAY
It was a Friday. No. Not, a Good Friday. It wasn't 'The 13th' either , but indeed a Nightmarish one. I was going home. The weekend at home is something that would get anyone exuberant. "Home". That one syllable has the power to re-create the melody that plays in ur favorite playlist on repeat. Home, The place where you belong! Mumma's Lap! Itsy bitsy fights with Appa! Food. Most importantly Foooood! After so many days of tolerating semi-cooked , over-cooked and sometimes even uncooked food, I wouldn't miss out the food from my dear own mother's kitchen.(I said," my dear own mom", definitely not 'dear own kitchen'. Well, at this point kitchen is dear too. ) Did I miss out Coffee? Who wouldn't crave to taste the little drops of heaven!? So, why did I quote it was a nightmare? Because, it indeed is. It was already 7.30 pm and I'm still slogging in the 'God-knows-why-they-are-this-comfortable' chair wit