Waiters have a miserable existence. They can never enjoy a gig at their own workplaces. They must pay attention to work. It must be frustrating to not be able to get carried away with the music. Especially when it's good. Piteous existence is theirs who must drudge for every penny.
Thank you God. For parents who provided. For the comforts. For enough.
Once more, I feel lucky for the parents I was born to. When else though?
A few months ago when I saw Udaan. It's a film that made me thank god for the parents I have. They let me do my thing. They let me make mistakes and learn. They let me carve out my own paths professionally and in love.
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