​Me: what would you like to have for breakfast? 

Ms.S. No.

Me: ok, banana?

Ms.S.: no

Me: butter toast?

Ms.S.:  no

Me: eggy?

Ms.S.: no

Me.: Sugar roti (chapati)?

Ms.S.: no. 

Me: Fine. 

Sits with bowl of Cornflakes n Milk. That is my breakfast. MY BREAKFAST. 

Ms S. comes with puppy eyes. I offer her a spoon full of  still Crispy Cornflakes n milk underneath. She shuns my offer, instead takes one cornflake dips it in milk, bites with it royal elegance and says mmmmmmm, yummy, proceeds to gently pull away my bowl with care, sits down n continues the same process and it lasts for eternity. I sit there with the spoon looking at happiness being snatched away. 
Ten mins later i am called for to eat the leftovers of now soggy soaked drowned dead in milk cornflakes. 
I believe in a better tomorrow, therefore i cry tears of blood as i gulp spoons of what are now remains of the beautiful sight of crispy cornflakes bouncing and tingling in pure white milk in silence. 

IS THERE A GOD?