Morning chimes

I squinted at my boring, unforgiving and austere alarm clock sitting right above my head.It was 7. The first touch of happiness. 30 mins more for my day to begin and I get back to the comfort of my blanket.

I hear the fone ring.A long ring and a short ring and then a stifled silence before someone could reach it. And that just was a humble eleven episode show....rudely interrupted by a vegetable seller who seemed to have just drafted a five year plan for his life ahead and had set about wasting no time, in full vigour... yelling out ,bent on making sure his voice reached the remotest corner of each house in the neighbourhood. Well, I must say he would go a long way.I could hear the whrrommm...of a lorry.It must have been reversing ...I made out from the zillion bilingual guiding instructions the driver got to swerve into a peaceful lane. Apparently my mom had got smarter meanwhile and had beat the fone to it. I could hear her complaining about how difficult it was to wake up her 24 year old daughter and how she needed all her energy saved for that one deed. I smiled under my blanket. This was getting interesting...I strained for other sounds/noises. I could hear a bird singing.I couldnt be really sure how distant it was.But it was very sweet. Some wave in the spectrum interfered with my mobile's blissful state because I could hear her buzz a complaint.I awaited a call or a sms.None came and so I remained under the blanket. Then finally it came..d beeep... beeep...beeep.. beep..BEEP..BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP...

Damn. 7.30. My mom is by my side trying her best threatening,petting and cajoling.

Why is the whole world against me...aww..I kick of my blanket.