Why is it that my hands stretch out
readily to uncork the jar
of cheeselings, while the depressive
oranges groan in the cane basket ?
Why is it that Chicken Butter Masala
leaves me salivating for more
While the salads sulk in one
sad corner of the lunch plate ?
Why is it that a dream full snooze
attracts my leisure hours
more than an early morning stroll
on the grass bordering the pavements?
Why is it that a steep climb up the steps
Is resisted and the love for the
snaking escalator in the mall and the metro
grow more and more by the day ?
I have a sweet tooth for long
which I cannot give up
An insatiable cola thirst
which I don't want to renounce
A hot bland soup is good
if accompanied by crispy sizzlers
A glass of cold fruit juice
is just my kind of appetizer
My sister keeps hinting at a
personal trainer while my
doctor the other day reiterated
"Madam! you know you must do
something about your weight"
"Oh! let me live life to the leese
doc!" In response I said
