One day I'll roll over And find you waiting for me Awake, smiling, sleepy. Mine, and mine alone Until dawn hits, Until the world lays claim To either of us - One day it will all be real.
Painful coughing of my octogenarian neighbor in the last stage of cancer I wake up to the sounds of glass bangles of the young domestic help washing utensils in the courtyard I wake up to the sounds of hungry cawing of the injured crow who comes to have tea soaked Marie biscuit from me. I wake up to the sounds of OM BHUR BHUVASWA.... (Gayatri) chanted by some unknown devotee
I just stop my alarm tone with being annoyed mood.There are so many things get messed up. I look for things laying around the bed ..once I reach to the office I try to press lift's button twice or thrice in an irritating way..this much I can describe me...!