Tuesday 25 August 2009
So Lickable! Plus an award!
But what do you do when life gives you fears, tensions, anxieties, age? You do what I do.
Just shut down completely, and go back to those days when fears, tensions, anxieties were limited to only 'how will I score in tomorrow's paper?' and aging meant waiting to turn sweet sixteen.
I had a very amazing childhood. Growing up in the late 80s and 90s was a great gift, I think. Children born in this era will never experience what we had then. We lived a day at a time, with no plans, no worries. Everything was so damn good.
I was just thinking back to those days this morning, when an incident popped up in my mind. I thought I should share, because I know there are people in this world who have this exact same habit as I did (and sometimes still do!)
You see, when I was younger, I had the (bad?) habit of licking up my plate after I finished eating my food. And this was more prominent when I was given a delicious bowl of ice cream. I would not leave a single sliver of the delicious cream behind, licking it all up! My mom used to get very irritated, but needless to say it did not stop me!
One day, my dad's colleague has invited us to dinner. So we were all dressed up and we went over to their place. Had a lovely dinner of chicken biryani and other such goodies. And the hostess then gave us ginormous bowls of vanilla ice cream. I am not much of a vanilla fan, but whatever! It's ice cream!
So I dug in. Now the thing is, when I am eating food, especially really delicious ones, I get transported to another world. The current world does not exist for me. I simply drift off, a yogi like expression on my face. I enjoy every morsel, every time the food particle tickles my tongue. Happiness is truly a good bite to eat. And that is exactly what I was doing when I ate that vanilla ice cream.
Suddenly, I felt someone poking me from the side. I woke up from my trance, and saw my mom with an angered expression on her face. I raised an eyebrow and looked around the table. Everyone had a deadpan expression on their faces. 'What's their problem?' I wondered. Then I looked down and realized what I was doing.
My hand was cupping the bowl, and my tongue was swirling around it. I was licking the bowl! Oops. My face turned into an unknown shade of red as I placed the bowl back on the table. 'Excuse me,' I mumbled and ran to the restroom. I could hear roaring laughter behind me.
Needless to say, I gave up my licking habits, though my tongue still finds the bowl occasionally :)