Mom, I'm hungry... :(

Mmmmm... The sweet taste of bread... Never rejoiced it so much before tonight...

Rewind back to about 2 hours before. There I am trying, getting of my bed and walking up to the wall socket to figure out why my mosquito liquid vaporizer thingy does not work. Well its all lighted up alright and smells good, but it ain't doing a thing against the mosquitos... Damn u! I looked back miserably at the bed and then to my laptop.. Ha! Facebook was calling out to me. Too wide awake to sleep again, there i was chatting with people and commenting of photographs.

It's past three in the night. I tell my online friend to hold on for a minute and i head to the fridge in the kitchen to get something to eat. Oh Christ! Its empty! Only a bottle of water. And I was starving now... I wouldnt wanna tell you how i looked at the time lol :P  I walked up to my room and started on NFS underground (for the nerds, its a racing game guys) on my laptop. 15 mins and i cant even win a race properly (hey i'm usually good at it). oh man! This is getting bad. Sleep? no...! Finally I make up my mind to go to the town. It was 4 and I was hopeful of some shop to open. I get on my bike who (personified) doesnt seemed to start. I did get the message he wanted to give me (man, go walking or something. I'm sleepy!). Well, no denying the cold and rainy weather would put anything to sleep, except me!

Revving him to life, I was cruising along the highway, past giant trucks that made me look like a fly. I was half expecting to be caught by the cops asking me where I was heading to in the night. "Stomach First!" I said to myself. Well I did think that the stalls at the railway station should be open... Guess I wasnt lucky. If my bike could speak, he would have told me, "Wtf? This is why you woke me up? To see the empty railway station?" Somehow, I felt there was a saturation point. Overcome with emotion (hey am not so fussy about food, quit thinking like that !!! Lol), I hit my bike to its stand and slowly sat down on it. Probably thinking I could wait till someone would open some shop...

Standing wasnt comfortable. I was feeling pretty tired too. Sitting on the seat and stretching out, i lay on the bike, with my head against its visor and my legs on the tail light. I was used to lying down and sleeping on bikes when I'd go on long rides. This was gonna be a long night. probably...! Some kind man, pls open ur shop... It was a pleasant night though, now that i was jobless I was starting to notice things around me. Homeless people slept on the pavement and on the steps to the railway station under filthy sheets that kept them warm. Families and nomads who walked around begging for something to push another day in their lives.

My cell phone rang into the silence. It was mom. I tried to sound as cheerful as I could. She sounded wide awake from across the seas. It was late there too. Before she said anything, I blurted out, "Mom i'm hungry..."  "Yeah? I;m having noodles and watching tv!" She said. Her reply was instant. "Nice mom!" I exclaimed. Oh that felt a lot worse now. Grrrrr! Steam gushing from my ears! "No, was joking. woke up thinking about you..." She said. A smile dawned on my face. A few more minutes and she sounded like she could come down here to make me something to eat but I didnt tell her it was so bad. After I hung up, I remembered how at home I'd simply not eat something made specially for me just coz it was not hot enough or coz I was "bored" of it. (hey I was a kid!!! :P) Guess we never realize the value of something till its gone huh?  Hmmm... Oh, I hate memories, they always try to find a weak spot. Drat!

Stretching on my bike, i heard the sound of a shutter being opened! Yay!!!! I looked around for where the sound had come from. Saw one in the distance. Before I knew what i was doing, I was already riding to the shop. I looked at him. Was this a workshop or something? I didnt find anything eatable or drinkable in there... Oh No! No.....!    Hey wait, there's a stove! Yay! "gingerly I asked him, if there was something to eat." Tea and two day old bread! Aha! Perfect. At least he told me honestly it was old. I was at wits end while the water was slowly being boiled and finally i got it to drink. Had this funny feeling that dad was around me, "When did you start eating bread without jam or nutella?" I laughed out. The man stared at me for a few seconds and then turned to his work. Yeah well, I did look like a adrenaline junkey with all the messed up hair and red eyes. But do adrenaline junkeys drink tea? ha.. Whatever...

I bought the rest of the packet of bread and paid the man a little extra and he smiled at me as I rode away... When i was home, I thought, outside in the rain and cold, where my fellow humans slept homeless (I'd make a good humanitarian huh? or a philosopher? I would have. Computer science ruined me... Lol.. ) and men ran shops to earn so that their children could sleep warm at home, I felt a lot smaller in life... And a lot satisfied even if it was 2 days old bread lying on my table.

I sat down by my bed... I looked up at the wall socket and thought... The sweet taste of 2 day old bread... Never rejoiced it so much before tonight... If only that stupid mosquito liquid vapourizer thingy had worked properly................!  Funny way life teaches u things... :P

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