A strange feeling forced to spoil a beautiful dream that I was feeling like seeing since ages... and it was a real hangover as I took quite sometime to switch on the light, it was too difficult to manage the orientation of my room. Almost injured with few collisons with my beige colored wall, edge of the bed and even the only chair, with this, my cozy 8x15 room became the worst nightmare for a while. To be true I was wondering where 'm I exactly.... in my room back in Orissa, the rented accomodation in Delhi, in flight or in Hospital... huh, every odd thing came to mind.
Anyways, finally I manages to gain my sense. And then starts the adventure. It again was a hectic task to find the reason why did I wake-up at 4.40 in the morning, and the hunger found to be guilty. Tried to put some pressure on mind just to remember what I ate during the 40 hour long day... but could not, so time for hunting.
A complete 15 minute gaze and through scanning of the fridge and absolutely nothing 'ready to eat' except a Chicken Pizza from Tesco which was lying in one deserted corner of the freezer since ages..... The so turned vegetarian in me was so arrogant in this war like situation that it forced me to open the cup board to find something interesting... And here Pasta came in rescue. Chopped onions and a thick white sauce coated Pasta was a real delight to have at 5.30 in the morning before going back to bed only to complete the 2 days pending quota. But while having food it I was thinking, what should this be termed as, Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner!!! Nah, the '5 am Pasta' can only be the stuff to 'Survive'....
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