Praveen Kumar 
my alarm clock screams at six sharp, i hit snooze like it owes me money, ten minutes later i'm running around like a headless chicken, searching for matching socks that disappeared into thin air;
the coffee maker gurgles its morning song, mom yells about burning the toast again, i grab yesterday's shirt from the chair, hoping nobody notices the wrinkles look like a roadmap;
taxi driver asks for double fare, traffic moves slower than my grandpa's morning walk, a delivery truck decides to take a nap in the middle of the road, while i check my watch like it might magically slow down time;
office elevator breaks down on the fifth floor, my lunch box leaks soup all over my bag, the wifi crashes right before my presentation, but somehow everything works out like a movie ending;
evening brings the same beautiful mess, street vendor's hot dogs calling my name, life's just a series of small disasters, that somehow add up to something pretty amazing.
