Six thirty hotel himsagar almorah

David lost to Goliath in the post biblical scenario. The puny room heater chuckles in the omnipresent cold. Enclosed in three layers of blanket i stare at the slice of morning light climbing on the ceiling. It is a pale serene blue that has now broken down into a diffused glow. Frosted glass panes stare at the pock marked slopes. From a purely gastronomic point of view god appears to have applied a spoonful of sunlight on the slopes. Learnt a new word bandh makhkhan. It transpired it is a piece of bun sliced in half with a dollop of butter. Queens english meta morphosis. God save the languago

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