God is my roomie
I left my native home around 8-9 years ago to join college. My study room has been the pooja room of the house ever since.
Now every now and then when I go to my native place, I stay and sleep in that same room. Doesn't that make me and god roomies, me being the senior by virtue of being the first in that room.
So why do I have to obey rules like putting my sandals out of the room?
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because sometimes confrontation is not the best way out!
ReplyDelete:-D ... The post needed some :-D and :-P to reveal the true nature of my mind ;-)
ReplyDeletei could visualize the big smile on your face before you put it in smileys :-P
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