My Coffee Mug

                  

Story | Ya, it seemed nice at the beginning, but it slowly deteriorated. My story!

My alarm rang at 5am but I woke up at 8am because I knew dad was done waking me up a million days before. With a clumsy face, I just went up to my basin, looked at the mirror. "Ugh damn, ugly guy ", I said to myself. Then I hurdled to my room took my brush, went up to the basin again, then brushed and washed my face. Yaa Yaa, I also have a habit of setting my hair with my hands. "Wow! Sexy and hot ", I said to myself again. I never stop talking to myself even in my bad times and I think my soul likes it. But if you meet me someday, never judged my abdominal size. just look at my face and say woww! You see I was a national table tennis champion(team event) back then but I choose my studies now. why? I don't know. Let us come back to my day. After brushing and admiring myself, I sat down to study. And now the boring part of the story starts...

Professionals say that we should not keep our phones on the study table when we are studying coz that distracts us. That's simple enough to understand. But Me, I know you would be shocked to hear that I am a Heavily addicted song lover, I just can't live without it. Let me elaborate. First of all, I can not study without songs and second my fingers dance on beats. And when I dance, each and every dust particle in my room admires me and considers me as their role model. laughing? no? then I must say this is my starting. I think I am the craziest person in my space. My friends and family think I am their soulmate but only my brain and heart know who really I am. And when my heart and brain meet their colleagues, their confidence and proudness wrinkles out like sweat, It really depends on the beholder how to behold me.

Today I was sad for Gregor Mendel because he died without this works being recognized. Yes! biology class 12. I am a board student and also a Neet aspirant who scored 98.2 % in Jee architecture. A studious talented confused guy who only knows how to procrastinate. When you would someday enter my room, you will find everything except 'My Bunny'. It is not a rabbit btw, its something.....

Phone, studying, hearing what's going around, and spotifying. Let us not discuss my lunch which was a single plate of biryani and let us get to 3pm. 

3pm: my brain told me," enough of stress taken today let's have some coffee.....". I switched off my tv, went to the kitchen and my mood got off again. It's been 10 days begging my father to bring a coffee mug for me but every time he found new stories. But today it was enough. My blood got really bad and I changed my face. Oh! a secret of mine, I am sure you won't say it to anyone- I have 3 different types of faces for different situations. I call today's face as my talented begging face. I looked angry, didn't talk much, not study, made coffee by myself and drank it in a normal steel glass, drawing nonsense things, etc and by this time my intelligent mom knew what I was angry for. My plan worked as soon as dad entered the house, he was convinced by my mom. But I wasn't. Today I got very deep into my face and it was somehow because of the coffee mug. I felt depressed, sad and even I searched google for some emergency helpline numbers. A long Story behind you see. 'My Non-famous story' 🤣

[Brain jammed with how to start my story]Enough tomorrow.

Then suddenly I got an idea...To Blog and yah! this is my first blog. Hope you like it

And ya, if you want to know more about me please stalk me and text me.....but never call ok? because I got some real infatuation issues.😉

Bye, see ya in the next blog.