Grappled with midnight's children for the third night in a row,and yet can not get past the first chapter.
It's England's match in 5 minutes. Should i just go down? hmm,let me first complete this post. Ever since we had had the farewell, i've been trying hard to write about it.
It isn't easy to say how you miss all those little things- like a 'goodnight' i had received every single night for the past four years.(every single night is an exaggeration, but still almost...).
Paul came home ,so the boredom sensor was unusually inactive today.Had to try many innovative methods to finally pack him off (even tried serving self prepared dishes!!)
and curtains came finally to my home (loved them, never knew Dad had this much aesthetic sense :P). And yeah,it's curtains on my college life too...
