That kind of the day when you wake up grumpy and you dont know why..
That kind of the day when you are in no mood to entertain the auto fellow. Coz you dont give a damn whether the roads are dug up or the traffic is held up..
That kind of the day when you catch the dog sleeping nijer pa ta k baalish kore, paash fire, rod theke shore, and you envy him and yet you can't help that warm fuzzy feel welling up inside..
That kind of day when you don't wanna face the world and yet are greeted with the irony of facing the glorified dumbasses..
And when you make your walk up the hill, you collide with a butterfly.. And it turns out to be quite a persistent one too..
Of them mornings, when "gali ka gadha" somehow manages to feature.. And even the i-Pod engages in conspiracy theory.
That kind of the day when you are in no mood to entertain the auto fellow. Coz you dont give a damn whether the roads are dug up or the traffic is held up..
That kind of the day when you catch the dog sleeping nijer pa ta k baalish kore, paash fire, rod theke shore, and you envy him and yet you can't help that warm fuzzy feel welling up inside..
That kind of day when you don't wanna face the world and yet are greeted with the irony of facing the glorified dumbasses..
And when you make your walk up the hill, you collide with a butterfly.. And it turns out to be quite a persistent one too..
Of them mornings, when "gali ka gadha" somehow manages to feature.. And even the i-Pod engages in conspiracy theory.
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