Picture this.... You wake up, look at the time, it's 7.00 am. You sit up from the bed and get that usual swirling, spinning feeling in your head that you normally get when you wake up. You utter a quick prayer, head to the bathroom and do the usual toilet routine while thinking about your plans for the day. After that, you proceed to the kitchen, make yourself a cup of coffee, sits down and just try to shake the morning blur-ness away while enjoying the cup of coffee. And then, you hear the door open...you see your flatmate walking out of his room holding on to his dear cup and plate. Yes, 7 in the morning and he looks like he just finished a feast. You mutter under your breath to yourself "Please don't talk to me...not at this time...brain don't wanna work yet..." He looks at you and greet you the usual way he's been greeting you for the past few months. A deep Indian accent "Hey..." . You just give him a quick smile and continue to enjoy your coff