It was the
weekend evening and I knew there would be words about some tasty snack for
gobbling up by everyone present. I had tucked my feet on the chair and in no
mood to do anything other than watching the TV.
On the
one hand it was Snacky Hunger Calling and at the same time dusk had fallen and it
was quite dark outside. But I was enjoying the cool from the air conditioner with
the idiot box doing all the noise in the room. The tray with the empty cups was
on the center table waiting to be carried to the kitchen sink. We had just
finished our cha and biscoot (tea and biscuit) but still then
hunger tried to squeeze in into the stomach and there was want for food…at this
time what more than a heavy snack…for dinner would be late all knew.
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