She loves ice-cream. Her best flavours:
caramel, vanilla, strawberry, raspberry and banana flavour. Banana stands out. Every
morning, she takes three to four scoops before brushing and at night, four to
ten scoops before sleeping. Before and after every meal, she takes it. At work,
that’s the only thing she thinks of. When she drives to and from work, she has one
in hand. Any shape of ice-cream—cone, stick, bowl etc, etc.— is good and she
knows how to swallow and lick; lick and swallow.
Once
upon a time, she bought ice-cream named F.
F changed her taste bud because it was her first. She loved it. After
months of lick, lick and licking, she left F, threw the stick into the abyss of
memory. F also choked her but she misses F because it was her first.
That
experience made her curious. On her way back to the town of ice-creams, she saw
a hawker carrying B. B was cold, dripped water and gifted the air with pristine
odours. Excited, she bought it. B was curved on the tip, such that it filled
every corner of her mouth. She squeezed and licked it thoroughly. After the journey, she kept it in her mouth. Her
friend saw B in the kitchen; her friend tasted it and stole it. She became
angry.
Angered,
she walked, walked and walked until she found herself in a shopping mall where
she found U on the floor. She picked U and tasted it. She spat. Spat. She
cursed U for spoiling her tastes. U was old. Tasteless.
For
some seasons she stayed away from ice-cream because she could not tell which
was sweet or bitter.
One
day, she went into Mr. Biggs and after deep contemplation, she bought R. R was
a soft ice-cream. When she tasted it, she screamed: “sweet!” She studied the
size and was thrilled by it but R was too soft. R needed electricity to be hard.
R likes to be in the fridge a lot because R melted easily. She took R
everywhere she went and boasted about R. she promised never to take any other
ice-cream. However, whenever she thought of B, she ran to it for quick tastes.
She loves ice-cream. She took R and B for a long time until they finished.
Another
season, lost in the middle of nowhere, a friend introduced her to M. She was
tempted by the M’s look but she promised not to buy it. Everywhere she went M
was there. One taste of M and she was hooked. She bought a mobile Fridge and
kept M there. Every morning, every evening, everyday she would lick M. M never finished.
Even
when she left M in the fridge without turning on the switch, it never melted. One
day, she went into the market, she was told about K and immediately decided to
taste it. She was told that K was on another part of town but she searched for
it, found it and bought it. K was big. So big that it almost cut the sides of
mouth. After every lick of K, she would go home and top it up with M. That was
her new modus operandi.
When
she went to another town. By the bus-stop, she saw a girl carrying V and D. V
was long and thing. D sitting on a cone, looked juicy and inviting. She loves
ice-cream. She took V, slurped once, twice and thrice and then got bored and
threw V away. She picked D and it blew her mind away. She licked it for long.
Kept it and went back to M. M never melted. It was there. She licked M like she
didn’t know the taste. Then she would return to where D was placed and lick and
return to M then lick hard again.
In
another country, she found S. S was big. S was exclusive to another. But S was
big and curiosity made her want S. Just three licks and S changed her life. S
made her fat. S made her beautiful. S made her tongue red. S made her skin
fairer. S increased her height. S made her eyes whiter. S was good, too good.
Then
she started taking S, D and M at different places and different times. She
liked M. She like D. But didn’t like S that much. She took D till she got
confused that it was M. One day, one sad day, after she took D she went home to
take M for top-up like always then found something that changed her life for
ever— M had melted and flowed out of the room.
She
still loves ice-cream.
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