returns

1. the hideous ring of the alarm returns.. one at 0600.. followed by 0610.. 0625.. and the most frantic one at 0640!
2. pops waking me up in the morning when even the hideous ring of the alarm fails.. yes, that happens.. regularly!
3. a mad dash to the bathroom with the brush and paste, before pops gets in there..
4. conflict with mamma, in case she is also up by that time (read: 0715), over masala news, a.k.a Ahmedabad Mirror..
5. half drunk mug of my early morning elixir (read : coffee, further read : black)
6. religious and unashamed asking for money.. (read : perks of being the daughter, and still a student, and completely vanquished savings from the once employed days)
7. the eager waits of that one Sunday, when the alarm doesn't go off, when pops doesn't wake me up at that hideous and unearthly hour of the day..
8. when a day off is utilised, or rather planned extensively for 'sweet sweet sleep'..
9. when its 'i-give-a-rat's-ass' kinda attitude and reaction to people who don't understand when being told that i'm busy..
10. the literal running after me by mamma carrying all sorts of food stuffs, to shove them all down my throat! and well, yeah! she's pretty darn good at that!
11. the long waits and equally diligent and wishful plans for meeting with a certain someone over loads of sticks and stuffs..
12. and counting it down to again that date of December! and hoping that it becomes, the be all and end all..