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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Great you are!!!!
Please have food on time,, Not at a 5.00 a m in the morning.
Anyways,Pasta looks Yummmmmy,
Take Care of your Healh.
Nice description yaar or whatever it is called thoughts etc etc.., You can write nice story or something...
I can understand the disoriented feeling hon. It happens when you're in some place new, and still haven't gotten the sense of belonging to it really.
Sometimes you wake up on one side of the bed hoping to see a familiar wall or a door but you see something else, cz you are in another place, where that familiar wall or door isn't there. Weird.
Our attachment to surroundings is just as strong as our attachment to humans, don't you think?
The pasta looks delicious! And 'the 5am pasta' name is apt. :)
And oh, you are still doing that with your food aren't you? Being your careless self! Not done. Talk to you soon.
well that was an interesting story, and i can relate to it as a fellow 'weird times muncher' but the best part of all the squirming and waking in middle of night completely disoriented is the yummy food at the end of it. the picture of pasta u put up surely makes for a ravishing early morning snack and i am sure, totally worth all the little bruises from the bumpings :)
@ All: Yeah, the pasta was really delicious, it means 'm turning into a cook... lol
@ Tushar: Thanks, no story ya. just the experience.
@Pall: Yeah, I know you can understand better as you are also away from you cozy place now a days ;)
And ya, calling you soon.
@ bliss: ha ha.. 'weired time muncher'. actually I don't fall in that category as food is needed to get myself alive :P And yes, I do had that patience to capture it before feeding my hunger :D
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