Breakfast


Breakfast

Crazy, crazy, crazy.
My friend is selling off furniture from the apartment, because my friend is done with college . So in the morning we faced a little problem. The reason was, we had no gas for cooking or stove, nothing. What we did, we went to a small typical Indian restaurant.
Plastic chairs, open kitchen, little dirty, many workers.

My friend asked if they could make afghani omelet, they did not have it in the menu, but they made it. The omelet was okay, prefer homemade.
we also had chai and spoke about the movie, Noah, college and much more.
It is sad the time in india is soon over. Because when will I meet all this lovely people again?

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