Posting Live.
1. Since the entrance to the house has a gate, and the gate is also locked, precariously plonk your laptop on the inside of the gate, followed by your bag. Which, you have momentarily forgotten, has your precious hard drive with your even more precious 10,000+ pictures.
2. Climb onto the gap on the side of the gate and rip brand new kurta in the process. This, despite being fully aware of stepping on the hem of the kurta and hearing a slow but steady "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrippp", and not caring because the only thing that matters at that moment is that you don't fall off the gap and embarass yourself in front of the real estate/travel agent shops on your street.
3. Whip out your laptop and ping A to talk about your plight.
4. Look around as your laptop starts; notice all the cobwebs; notice the rip in your kurta and think that a good darning should fix it (this, in an attempt to not feel bad about said damage to brand new kurta; sometimes i can be such an idiot).
5. Call friends around home to check if they're home so you can go and crash at their place while you wait for parents to come from wherever they are.
6. Curse your memory for having seen the house keys on the writing table in the morning before leaving for work and not registering that they should be picked up and put into the bag immediately.
7. Blog.
8. Reread your post to check for spellos.
9. Distract yourself with duskdreams of Daniel Craig, George Clooney, Vin Diesel, Curtis Stone, Michael Fox and the likes because you do not, repeat DO NOT, want to focus on the fact that you really, really, really need to pee.
10. Ugh. I need to pee so bad.
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