Too much of listless thought usually lead me  to hunger as i Was eating into a packet of some biscuits my mother gave me when i was about to leave home for yet another lapse of memory and my reason, however absurd it may be , it was still my reason,my only existence.

The bisciuts felt good,to me as they were being eaten,leading me to check into its contents, which turned out to be some digestive , multigrain and some more technical jargon stuff.

As i took a pause from writing this and turning left to pick up and bite another biscuit(or cookie!the stuff needs a promotion!) my mind wandered to the past , letting me know that these tasty cookies had at some point one of the most i despised , like a lost lover , looked hard for her , but when ever i needed her the most , she was no where to be found.

And boy did i need them? Specially when not only you , but the life of your master and thousands depended on them.exactly what the org taught me.but i failed to imagine teh ways which led to a normal guy , eating and living with his own people , most of the time(assuming he had lived how i , most people:lived) to turn into with the most of absurd eating idiosynchrasies . but, many a times such habits have brought amusement too , on dark weary days , half glad of teh alcohol circulating in the head , half sad of the pen gyrating , reminding of the pending work, th eattempts at concentration suddenly shatter, forcing a smile , as i read through the daily food habits of VIPs wondering,(secterly aiming to be one some day!) whether to persist in this moment of gleam , or to note it down for future.