Stomach thunder

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I know this is probably the case with most people in the country not as privileged as me..on a daily basis that too...
but I guess we are all used to comfort.Way too used to comforts and joys that we don't know are comforts till they are taken away from us (whichever guy wrote the rule book saw to it I guess :(   )...

Everyday you get to eat whenever you feel like...feel hungry atleast.You get to drink water when you need to.You get force-fed (atleast in my house you are....you have to plead for mercy) till you look like the moon yourself.Round,globular, moving really slow.......
And the one day the Earth decides to butt in between the Moon and the Sun (am I right?Always been a little weak in Physics!)....or the Moon between the Sun and the Earth, I don't know what happens to the stars,to the zodiacs,to the Gods....but one thing happens to me....Stomach thunder!!That deep rumbling noise...sounds majestic but its begging...begging for food..begging for water..begging for something...anything to come in and quench the fire that burns there .....And it is time for that again I guess.

The greatest way to torture a foodie, is to cook food he/she likes and then ensure they can't touch it for around 6 hours !!...now I am not really a hydrophilic on a daily basis .. but today I am dying to have ONE glass...ok fine half a glass of water...I am even ready to not touch the food...just want that one glass of water which I'm not allowed to drink!Blame the ill timed lunar eclipse for it.It SIMPLY HAD TO HAPPEN ON THE ONE DAY WHEN WE MAKE A LOT OF SWEETS.Now after making them for close to 3 hours,I have to wait till around 10 or 11 in the night to touch them even.

So now that I have awesome drum roll - courtesy : my dearest stomach,I am searching for apt mind music to go with it....Something to keep me awake till I get to eat ...eat a lot ...

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