I couldn't believe the scene in front of my eyes . But then my heart warms up looking at the old couple kissing ever so passionately .

I neither close the curtains nor do I avert my eyes , witnessing their private moment . The old couple break their kiss soon snapping me out of my reverie and for the first time , I witnesses the spark of love in their eyes which I had always read of in Novels and counselled people on , but never got to witness .

My parents were working parents and they were like machine with legs and hands with high IQ and low emotional factor ...

I smile looking at the old couple clicking pictures in their backyard which is clearly visible from my balcony .  My moments of admiring them comes to hault as my stomach growls reminding me that I didn't even have dinner last night , forget about today 's breakfast ...

Reluctantly , I close the curtains which now secures the old couple's   privacy . After closing it , I walk downstairs and look at the stocked snacks in upper racks of kitchen .

Sighing irritated for being a Lilliput at 5 feet 5 inches , I search for a stool that could help me pull out the stocked food . This home had only heavy worden furniture making it impossible for me to carry them to kitchen and climb on them to reach the food .

My hunger makes me adventurous and I get on the kitchen slab ,   standing on my tiptoes , I  stretch my hands a little to reach the cornflakes and chips packet kept on the upper rack .

As I get hold of it I jump on the slab in victory , until I get scared of either it breaking or me falling down ..

I carefully get down of the kitchen slab and look for a bowl and spoon to eat .

Not an quarter hour back had I toured the kitchen and now I am searching for cutlery ... Ironic , isn't it ?

Dodging every rational thoughts , I quickly find the cutlery and fill the cornflakes in it . Walking towards the refrigerator in the kitchen , I take out the canned milk from it and pour it in the bowl of cornflakes , making sure that cornflakes is still crispy .

Taking the bowl I go to the living room and flop myself on the wooden sofa after switching on the television .
I take a bite of the cornflakes and groan at its taste satisfying my hunger .

I keep on flipping the channels irritated because I don't understand Kannada . But then the spoon in my hand stops mid air near my lips , along with my hand that kept on flipping the channels ....