After watching a stupid-stupid movie until 3am and 5 hours of snoozing, I woke up to yet another Saturday.
Nothing. I just wanted to maaro a grand crib that I really miss that “I’m home” feeling, especially on the weekends. And thought the prologue would make it sound a little less of a whine ;)
Well..It’s hard to explain it, but its been really long since I had“that” feeling. You know what I mean?
Something like dunking your face in to the heavenly Pav Bhaaji for breakfast while reading the cheap filmi section of the newspaper. I’m talking about that “Screw-the-deadlines-Duniya-gayi- bhand-main-Let-me-eat-my-Pav-Bhaaji-Thank you” type total bliss.
Being alone is a way of life and may be you are strong enough to live it. BUT once in a while it’s nice to be reminded that you may exploit the privilege of being a daughter, a child. Bole toh, take few things for granted.
I wonder if it's always the big things in life that’s worth the sweat. Sometimes it's the “small things” that's worth living for too.
And may be “Feeling Alive; Being Happy” is “The” feeling I’m talking about.