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sick and tired of being sick and tired.

When you're the only person in your house not fasting, you have to taste every item prepared for iftar, check and tell your mom based on just one bite,if it's bitter/sweet/too salty/too spicy/yummy/ick/not food worthy etc. etc. My mom should join the top chef. Those judges tell the truth. I barely get cooking.

Anyway, since tasting food has become kind of a routine now, I've to worry about my baby fat no more, because now I have others to whine about- Turns out I have double chin! It shows up whenever I face down. I can tolerate fat on almost anywhere in my body(not so the belly fat) But fat on my chin!? I tend to bury it! It is way over my tolerance.
Everything is falling apart.

So I am fasting from today, no more food tasting, or anything that involves food. Seriously that's my diet.

I should go sleep now. The sehri is done and everyone (That includes api and rhivu bhaiya-they stayed over tonight:) in the house sleeping and I am the only one awake in the dark...Things are getting spooky outta here...I can hear footsteps, Some sick bird is awake too, like me, and it's chirping. Such weird sound, Maybe it's a baby bird just learning to chirp. Or it could be a vampire. Or some genie in form of a bird. Wait. now it's gone all silent. Maybe it has got tired like me and stopped chirping like a weirdo and fell asleep on the tree. Owp. There it is. Trying to figure out its sound. Seriously what time is it? Almost 5 am and no one is awake than just one sick bird and me? The world could end you know, and no one is awake to acknowledge that, what if God decides to end everything right now. This minute? Me and sick birdie will know. Because we're both sleepless and sick.






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