At times
I wonder, “how nice it would be to be served with a plate of some nice snack in
the evening and eat away, enjoy and not a bead of sweat on the forehead for no
labour has been put in by me”. Sometimes the thought of making some evening
snack drives me crazy.
And it
was so on this day. Sitting quietly, with legs put up on the stool and enjoying
a TV programme, when, a glance at the clock made me get up. It was a sort of a
hurried stand-up as time tried to say, “Get up lazy bug, enter the kitchen and
make some tasty snack. I think your hungry stomach also want something to fill
the gap in the stomach.”
I had to
make headway…what to cook…a peek into the fridge…eggs beckoned me…and potatoes
in the basket also wanted to come to my aid.
