I was sick of my life. Literally. Imagine waking up early at seven, then spending an hour to get ready, grabbing the bus filled with people with drowsy eyes, which had lost the gleam of dreams a long time ago, and then spending eight hours in front of the screen, and then bored and tired, returning back to room and dump yourself in the bed like a messed bundle. Sounds pathetic and monotonous, right? That was my life.
|Coffee Chronicles by Chandrapal Khasiya|