Typical Weekday Evening

After a tiring day at work , I headed back home , as usual I had to stop over at the super market around the corner.Walked right in and made it to the freezer , I had to pick up some Milk & bread for the next days breakfast .Everytime I do that I completely believe that was the last thing I always wanted for breakfast.The crusty whole wheatbread reminds me of the roughness of the semi solid mixture of certain grains fed to cows in India.And milk is like the cows went on a diet or something. Cant blame them,Try to adopt the fat free revolution.Its like people wanna eat Chocolates, cheese & ice creams , but cant take a cup more of rice or chappathis .As long as i lived in India I never bothered about the authenticity of the Indian cuisine. Today I stand here berieved of the Auspicious Indian food . Its like I have missed some kind of Spice in a Biriyani or
something.Until this day I never believed that Food is the bestest companion in Life .It literally drives your life . People have come up with so many ways to define the importance of food , but i would keep it
at that.Anyways,coming back to the super market coz it's freezing in here ,I dashed to the counter before the Lady with 3 baskets of
items to be billed, made it. Success ,I made it on time with an additional effect of a sulky stare from the lady. As usual my bill came upto a value which I could never understand in the Dutch language .twei euro zeven cents ( that would be 2.07 euros) , when I don understand I normally give a big smile and manage to ask for the bill ,that buys me enough time to glance at the total bill amount display at the back of the counter . I paid the money and as usual forgot to carry a bag to collect the items I purchased .Balancing everything in 2 little hands god gave me I
reach home (not so sweet home). I still remember back in Bangalore how I would wait everyday just to get home and catch the most peaceful sleep.Here I just drag myself around work & Home to pass the days .Quickly I run through all the tasks that I can pipeline so that I can cook a proper meal as early as possible & I can getto bed before 11.00 .In a very efficient & calculative manner I keep the dal for boiling while I put away the stuff I just bought & freshen up. Meanwhile my roomie prepares the dough & sets the dinner table.With a little bit of slippage We cook Dal & Rotis. Now all the members of the house gather together and enjoy every bit of
the meal. We are sometimes literally Chanting God's name while we eat.Thanking god for the good food we get to eat. I remember how I always forgot to pray before my meals, now I pray before & after the meal.Finally the happiness of every muscle in the body, I settle down on the bed and doze away my fatigue thinking tomorrow is another day which brings me one day closer to the day I leave to India.