A night that started as guy night, didnt end that way.

When you wake up in the morning, you have no clue what the fuck happened last night ?, and you keep questioning it, in all the struggle to regain consciousness you are also trying to search for your shirt, which you had last night, You realize you cant find your shirt, partly because of the massive headache that you have, you hit your toe on the bed, and you shout " Fuck ! aghh ", you hear a grunt from somewhere, its at that moment, you realize that you don't know the people that are sleeping around (Floor,Table, Gas Stove, Washroom) in the apartment, which is actually meant for two people according to the municipality.- That is Milan for you.

P.S - Thank the almighty for inventing coffee, to cure hangovers because they are sometimes so bad that you need a friend (Rohit Bhoite) , to just hold your brain in your skull.# Kyonki har friend zaroori hota hain.

Lo stesso giorno, stessa routine.

If you wanna make god laugh, tell him your plans of tomorrow.