Cycling to tea

We invited ourselves to tea to one our of collegaues's place. We are so shameless but then, who cares? So we rode to the indian store, bought samosas and then cycled to their place. We had tea and bitched, ok, ok, let me rephrase that, we gossiped. Bitching is fun sometimes, maybe all the time.

Just a couple of more weeks over here. i miss home. i miss the crowd and dust. i am well aware of the sea of opportunities i can drown in over here, of the things i can do over here that i would find tough, if not impossible over there. i want to hoard enough dough so that i can give up this 9-to-6 life and well, live life my way. Sometimes i think i have too many dreams inside me.But then, i would rather be pregnant with dreams than be barren of dreams. i will give myself some couple of years over here. Live some of my dreams over here before i move on. To another dream, another place, another life.

And yes, quails definitely taste better than chicken. Way better.