Relationships are funny. There is a time you are inseparable and want to share everything with each other. When the 'never expected' break up takes place after some months, or years like in my case, then the equation suddenly changes. No more worrying about what he is eating or what he must be doing? You don't care whatever the hell he/she maybe up to. You fall in love yet again and another person becomes the center of your universe.
I worked in a Chinese restaurant for two months. Those months were the hardest of my life. I always thought Indians were the toughest employers but the Chinese have claimed the number one position now. Despite the mean orders lashed out every ten minutes, I don't have many complaints. I enjoyed the free food, the free drinks and the music. I always got to listen to the same playlist every day, which means that I knew all the songs by heart not knowing who sang the tracks. Today Gee emailed some songs to me and one of them happened to be a current favourite.
The delivery guy who gives me a lift back to the flat every now and then turned out to be a Manchester United fan. We had a good argument while coming back in the van. I suppose no more lifts coming my way anytime soon.
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