I woke up today, just like any other day. Took Bicky out to play in the park, and met some Bicky’s friends. At the dog park, you can picture our faces like that of a curious baby, happy and always looking around; only that under are smiles, we are silently complaining for our back pain because of sleeping too late, waking up too early, and the only thing we are looking around for is other dogs who might pose a threat to ours.
When you come back, you sit with your laptop to code. You very well know you won’t be able to work for long in the morning.
“Yash, neeche se kadi patta le aao please.”
“Beta, sabzi le aao!”
“Beta, garam paani nahi piya?”
“Yash, KADI PATTA LE AAO!”
Then breakfast happens. By the time half of the world is still asleep, we are done with our dog’s play sessions, breakfast and ready to start our day.
Our day includes thinking about what all the great stuff that we have to do. And then not do it.
We make To-do Lists, decide which work to do when, we clear out the house, and then we sleep 🙂
My sister says Morning sleep is so much better than that at night. If so, then why do we really sleep at night? She asks. Her questions are something to ponder on. Morning’s sleep seems much more worthy because we know that that time is borrowed, and anytime someone might simply come and wake us up. We love to sleep in the morning when we shouldn’t and like to stay awake when offered long uninterrupted hours at night. The worth of something is upheld until you own it. And is elevated when it comes unexpectedly.
What happens when you unexpectedly find in your jeans’ pockets, a 10 rupee note? Yes! That’s exactly how I felt this morning.
Today is a Sunday. And the best thing that happened to me was that until 9AM, I didn’t know it was. Sunday is my artist day: I let my creativity flow, write, run, relax and don’t do much work. It is also the day I eat from outside home, so I had been looking forward to it since the time I have started dieting, which was exactly 1 day 22 hours ago.
Dieting is challenging. Especially when you are addicted to chocolates like I am. I’m the guy who can keep eating chocolates and not feel a thing because mostly I’m eating out of habit. I want to replace them with healthier home-made alternatives to make things more sustainable. Still, I’m also the guy who knows( right now) almost nothing about cooking. Many consider me a guy( gaaye or simply cow). Why wouldn’t they?
I have been caught red-handed eating Dahi with Samosa.
You wouldn’t expect such a guy to cook great, would you? But still, I decided to make cake today.
Partly because I love chocolate and today was my cheat day. Partly because I wanted to create something new and satisfy my inner-budding-artist. So stepped into the kitchen, followed the recipe which my sister gave to me, and came out after 15 mins with freshly prepared Chocolate MugCake. It said it would have taken 5 minutes to prepare the cake, I did too+ 3 minutes in the microwave+ 7 minutes asking mom for whereabouts of all the ingredients.
All in all, the cake tasted great. I served in 2 curved plates, 2 mouths sharing 1.
Glad I shared it with my mom, because soon after, she ate none.