So my comment on the visits being a sleep invoking experience might seem rather eyebrow raising to certain intellect upholders of the society.... but then can you really blame a sleep deprived overworked design student for whom meals are equivalent to a dash for a vada pav and chai between classes.... since when did it become necessary to appreciate art with bleary eyes and empty stomachs?
anyhow... leaving that argument aside i shall further elaborate on our trials and tribulations with the ecstasy called sleep. 'tan tana tan tan tan....' no... i havent lost my mind. Its the theme of DON that is my wake up call every morning arising rythmically and rather irritably ot of my room mates mobile phone. God! how i miss the good old alarm clock that went beep beep beep during my board exams back in school... but then again...even then i would pray everyday that it would meet some catastrophic end... which it never did. Anyhow... my room mates attempts at her wake up call from mr DON himself are all a feeble ateempt as they sowly fade away to snooze afetr snooze....
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