Its not like I get lost whenever I go out… or wherever I go… Its just that I have got this exquisite talent of getting lost at places... at times… on occasions.

N to tell you how I get lost…
I go to this place I have never seen before, haven’t heard of before. Its like real far from my hostel and; and before you get your imagination going, let me make this clear, I am a good student who studies and studies and most of the times stays in her room in the hostel which in turn is very much inside the college campus. So as you see, no going out often and no chance that I should know the ways, roads, and such things around and about the city…. So I do deserve a chance to lose my way and therefore, my friends going out with me shouldn’t really hate me for that, nor make faces, and not even go around teasing me. I am sure you do agree with me. Poor little me lost on the streets, trying to figure out her way to this ice cream shop to have this extremely tasty cream fudge, which I obviously don’t get to have very often. Sad isn’t it…. ?? No ice cream for people who get lost, for by the time they find the way to the ice cream shop, its way too late; and time to go “home sweet home”.

Oh... but listen, lets not talk about this girl for now. I totally empathize with her. She hardly goes out and then too loses her way. Pheww!!

Lets rather talk about me. I love ice cream as much as this girl does. And I d rather take out time and run away to grab choco mint fudge at this Corner House, the moment I get a chance. And again, before you get any ideas, I ll admit I go out to this place very very often, and I do know I could do just as well if I dint have half as much of ice cream, for then, I wouldn’t be half as fat, as you see I am now.
And in case you promise you won’t tell anybody, I’ll also admit that I love dragging people to give me treats out there…. Icilicious ice cream treats…
And then I have these nice friends of mine who offer me ice creams by themselves.
And I take them along to Corner House. And we have a nice lovely walk, chatting, hitting , punching, and littering the road; when we realize that its high time to realize that we are lost, and that the ice cream parlor wasn’t that far at all.
And then, my nice friend here asks me few nice questions,…. Like “dint you say you come here very often”; and ”isn’t it like you said you know all the ways round here ”
And then I give one of my best, favorite, innocent most smiles, and scream at the top of my voice that it wasn’t me, but him who got us lost here and should figure out the way back, for I must have the ICE CREAM.

Ahem ahem…. And then it dosent take as much time for him to figure out the correct way, as it had taken for me to lose it. Anyways, we jump a wall, walk down a road, and there we are…. Ice cream waiting for us. ..
But since we lost a lot of time walking and walking and walking… around and about and about and around the place, we must not sit and have ice cream now. But yes, we could get it parceled and have it on the way back. For as I said time to go home sweet home.
And , sorry buddy, you don’t get to taste the ice cream here, for I must rush back , because, there s always a possibility of me losing my way in the roads I have seen a zillion times and walked down everyday….Cheers!!