"And the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing goes to-"
'Riinng!'
I woke up with a jump. My alarm clock showed 7 am. Of course it has to ring when I was seconds away from winning the Pulitzer (albeit in a dream). Cruel how life works.
Suddenly something was wrong. I felt low, my throat was parched. I needed my Elixir.
I rushed to the kitchen. The cupboard was empty. I check my rations, I couldn't find it. I rushed out of my flat to the elevator.
Darn it....it was official. My life hated me. The lift had to be on the ground floor just when I needed it. I decided to make a run for it.
I rushed downstairs. At practically every turn there had to be an obstacle- the nosy auntyji three floors below, the spoilt twins living below me, or the guy next door coming upstairs with his dog. Yeah they were both cute (especially the guy- I sort of crushed on him), but I took no notice. Half an hour and twenty two floors later, I reached the third floor.
Finally. I saw the gleaming red and gold board, the 'Open' sign. I caught a whiff of the most wonderful aroma in the world, and walked in and placed my order, 'One cappuccino please.'
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Hey everyone!
I guess you Indians out there understood what I was talking about in the last line!
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A Ravenclaw
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