The virtue called CLEANLINESS...

I had the perfect morning today...I woke up at exactly 5.30(surprise!!), had finished my breakfast by 6.30 and spent 15mts savoring my coffee(well, in the middle of it I had to run to put my coat in my bag, but technically...) and by 6.50, I was all ready to go(usually, at this time I would be running out of the house chewing and washing it down, Umma running behind me with the plate screaming "FINISH THIS!!" :))

I walked away very contentedly and stopped for just one second at the end of my lane to take a deep satisfied breath(y'know, the way they do it in books??) and my nostrils was immediately filled with the unbearable stench of food gone bad. I opened my eyes, and there in front of me was a pile of food, with a dog on it staring very suspiciously at me, probably left over by somebody in my neighbourhood who must have had a big party yesterday. He must have been so disturbed by the mess in his house, that he could not wait for a half an hour more for the Corporation van to come and pick the leftovers.

Well, this is not an isolated incident.
But, thank you whoever-you-are, for teaching me that nothing in this world can be called perfect.