tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13284776.post114572856336904761..comments2023-11-02T17:28:53.004+05:30Comments on Pipe Dreams: Sunday MorningsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13284776.post-1145794961820607442006-04-23T17:52:00.000+05:302006-04-23T17:52:00.000+05:30"sunday morning i m waking upcant even focus on a ..."sunday morning i m waking up<BR/>cant even focus on a coffee cup<BR/>cant even tell which bed i woke<BR/>where do i start, where do i begin?"<BR/>this best decsribes the hangover ridden sunday mornings which a few of us can relate to. but it was not like this always. in hostel (engg) sun morns meant waking up to the smell of cofee and masala dosa. then cricket, football. and then a grand lunch, by hostel standards and ice-cream. and begging, flattering, buttering friends-close and distant, for some more of it. my dream sunday morn would be a sumptuous brunch at 'pecos' and then attending a latino/french/foreign film festival. and then rounding off the day with a long walk along a lonely boulevard or a drive on the highway. is this asking for too much?satyajithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09006013937555831197noreply@blogger.com