What is it with ice-cream and human emotions? The very sight of the dessert evokes strong and often caricature-like expressions on the visage.
The cold and sweet combination is not just a treat to the taste buds and gastronomy senses; it lights sparks of undiluted glee in the eyes of the onlooker too.
A couple of evenings back, we were lazily sauntering in the local market for a random puff. The brightly lit pull-cart displaying the icy delights smiled furtively at us, beckoning us to her fragrant coven. Chocolate layered, chocolate filled bar it was for us.
It dripped, we licked, it vanished in our greedy mouths. The chocolate felt like satin sin, the cold balancing the richness of the brown devil. We slurped, we bit and it tantalised. Broken images from childhood days flooded our minds. Through mouthful of molten wonder, we spoke gibberish to relate our respective tales. From nicking mother's piggy bank, to sucking the ice-candy colourless, we had so much to share over a bar of ice-cream.
The cream was now gone, the lone, white softwood stick bereft of its prized awesomeness. Yet we licked on at it, hoping the last ounce of sweetness would not be wasted. At that moment, she sped past. A sedan. A head popped up. The eyes sparked a brilliant shade of chocolate brown. The were like a pair of shooting stars, flashing across the sky in search of immediate emancipation.
The joy was evident, the desire stronger felt. Had the car been at a slower pace, she would have lapped up a few pieces of the sweet fantasy and gulped them down. The car did not stop.
We looked at each other, the sundae remains at the corner of our mouths, yet their hues brilliantly etched in our eyes. She was a 40-year old who stopped short of drowning herself in the carefree splendour of a harmless, calorie-laden ice cream. We smiled into each others eyes, promising ourselves to stay in touch with the child within and outside.
Sunshine and rainbows, at times, dress our night sky too. We dreamt satisfaction that night.
The cold and sweet combination is not just a treat to the taste buds and gastronomy senses; it lights sparks of undiluted glee in the eyes of the onlooker too.
A couple of evenings back, we were lazily sauntering in the local market for a random puff. The brightly lit pull-cart displaying the icy delights smiled furtively at us, beckoning us to her fragrant coven. Chocolate layered, chocolate filled bar it was for us.
It dripped, we licked, it vanished in our greedy mouths. The chocolate felt like satin sin, the cold balancing the richness of the brown devil. We slurped, we bit and it tantalised. Broken images from childhood days flooded our minds. Through mouthful of molten wonder, we spoke gibberish to relate our respective tales. From nicking mother's piggy bank, to sucking the ice-candy colourless, we had so much to share over a bar of ice-cream.
The cream was now gone, the lone, white softwood stick bereft of its prized awesomeness. Yet we licked on at it, hoping the last ounce of sweetness would not be wasted. At that moment, she sped past. A sedan. A head popped up. The eyes sparked a brilliant shade of chocolate brown. The were like a pair of shooting stars, flashing across the sky in search of immediate emancipation.
The joy was evident, the desire stronger felt. Had the car been at a slower pace, she would have lapped up a few pieces of the sweet fantasy and gulped them down. The car did not stop.
We looked at each other, the sundae remains at the corner of our mouths, yet their hues brilliantly etched in our eyes. She was a 40-year old who stopped short of drowning herself in the carefree splendour of a harmless, calorie-laden ice cream. We smiled into each others eyes, promising ourselves to stay in touch with the child within and outside.
Sunshine and rainbows, at times, dress our night sky too. We dreamt satisfaction that night.
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