Buban got chocked yesterday. he was having a big bar of Park when his mother decided to take his shirt off. i was in toilet. by the time i came out he has spitted out the chocolate..

today morning i took him outside and he played a bit. later after coming back he just came to my lap and pretended to sleep when i sang for him..my only audience...

I had this feeling "what is this place? what am i doing here? " when i went to write GATE..i am sure i am the only person who appeared for it..

the same thing happened to me when i went to pick up some form from a government place...