An Ordinary day
5:45 am: Woke up before my alarm. Ohhh!
5:55 am: Got up from the bed and still everyone’s sleeping.
6:10am: Mom got up and i started packing. Leaving for Dhaka With in 30mn.
6:35 am: Got out of the house. Mom looked anxious.
7:15am: Bus started. I’m in C3… boring.
8:30 am: I should be asleep by now. errr… Am i losing my awesome ability to go to sleep anytime I want.
9:07am: My spider sense is telling me there is something wrong with the space time continuum. And right that moment the girl in front of me started projectile vomiting.. and I shouted “SHIT..” i think it should have been “Vomit” (anyway both of them send with T)
9:15am: Pissed off about the regurgitation and went to sleep.
10:30am: Reached at “Food Village”, a big restaurant on the highway. Did my breakfast with Nan ruti and Buter dal. Surprisingly they addressed buter dal as “Chana Dal”. (Diya is laughuing).
10:40am: I’m always very fast with eating. Finished my breakfast. The bill was 30 taka. But it came out 35. anyway tipped the waiter 5 bucks. 6% and I AM NOT CHEAP.
10:50am: Talked with Mareen Apu and then bought and can of Coke. When I was young I have heard a rumor that someone found a finger with in a canned coke. i know i am not that lucky.
11:00am: Crossed Jomuna Bridge. The river is in really bad shape. Enjoyed an awesome 3D show in the sky. The clouds were really beautiful. C4 seat is empty. Wish Diya was here.. someday someday…
11:10am: There was an accident and the road was blocked. Our Bus was stuck and I hate this kind of situation.
01:45pm: Don’t know when i went to sleep. B3 and B4 were extremely annoying. I think there are going to Dhaka for Admission in Undergraduate. With is mush knowledge of physics.. erghhh… This is the third time they tried to trough tissues out of the window and it flew back at me.. Annoyed.
2:30pm: Already Reached Dhaka. I’m carrying all my stuffs in my backpack. But with me there was a 20kg bag of rice. And guess what the bag had a hole and everything was draining away.. WHY..
2:35pm: Got in to a No. 27 bus and everyone was saying you got a hole in your bag. I donno how many times i had to say that I KNOW.
3:00pm: Came home and lifted the 20Kg all by my own and it was not a good experience.. 5th floor seemed like Eiffel Tower. ( I am not whining)
3:30pm: dinner reservation at Adabor in my Uncle’s house. The rickshaw ride was like a lesson of belly dancing… the road was sooo BAD.. On a positive note it increased my Hunger..
4:15pm: Came back home again and had a shower.
5:30pm: Was planing to go to my Sis’s in laws house. Mom send few medicines for her mother in law. But i was on my way and it was already the time of Magrib’s namaj. Back to home. On my was back bought 0.5kg of sweet toast biscuit and a chock bar. Yumm…
6:15pm: Small talk, highly concentrated tea, salted biscuit and poorly heated rice cake from deep freezer… have to eat… In law’s house.
6:30pm: Found 5 books of dad in Apu’r Shoshur bari. The books are heavy and after 20kg on my biceps it was a bit difficult.
7:30pm: The Shundorban Currier service close their oparation at 6:30pm.. I DIDN’T KNOW THAT… (Nat Geo Style)
8:21pm: Electricity’s gone.. and surprisingly it came back with in 8 mins.. Damn..
9:25: Staring blogging and still writing..
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