On Sunday morning, I woke up to fresh breeze slipping from the room’s door. As I walked towards the balcony my face brightened with rain showers. Well, quite poetic beginning of Sunday. Ever since I have started living in hostel, my morning thoughts are not about what I would do this day but what would I eat this day. Food is the biggest issue. In morning, in afternoon and in night (I skipped evening intentionally.) ,I only think what would I eat. Sundays are even worse –you have to cook, clean, do dishes and in between lay on the bed and stare at ceiling fan aimlessly and mindlessly After breakfast,I decided I cook Dal ,chawal . Easy to cook and digest and eat. My eyes looked at the translucent box with purple lid which has cereals in it. I tried getting over the food, for a while and resumed reading The Caravan’s culture issue. Bliss it is to read it. But I could not ignore the translucent box with purple lid for a long, getting over laziness I decided to move to kitchen to rins...