The next morning I had breakfast along with a glass of milk. Since I have tasted breastmilk, regular milk is not appealing to my palate. I refused to drink it. Only after a hell of a scolding by my mom, I finished it. It was a calm and cozy morning; birds were chirping, the sun was peeking through the clouds, spreading golden light everywhere, dew drops were on the grass, and a gentle cool breeze was coming through the open windows and doors of the house. I was feeling joyful and satisfied. I sat in the window enjoying the cool breeze curled up in a blanket.