There was a chocolate cage on a plate today. We broke it down, with affection and a wee bit of a destructive feeling. There was ice-cream in an edible tray that tasted of honey and cinnamon. We ate our way through it to reach the end, with a little too much determination for a dessert.
We giggled a little, and held out our chocolate smeared hands. The girl, with arms deliciously tanned from her recent adventures, told me stories that made me laugh and feel a happy warmth on the inside. Stories of camels and sprightly scarves that shone in the sun and forts that were so majestic that no photograph, however well shot, would do their grandeur justice.
The weather was very genial when we walked out; the wind turning our hair into a playful mess. We took a whirlwind cab ride and laughed and chattered about inane but deeply interesting things.
The afternoon stopped by, to look at our child-like excitement amidst the traffic.
We giggled a little, and held out our chocolate smeared hands. The girl, with arms deliciously tanned from her recent adventures, told me stories that made me laugh and feel a happy warmth on the inside. Stories of camels and sprightly scarves that shone in the sun and forts that were so majestic that no photograph, however well shot, would do their grandeur justice.
The weather was very genial when we walked out; the wind turning our hair into a playful mess. We took a whirlwind cab ride and laughed and chattered about inane but deeply interesting things.
The afternoon stopped by, to look at our child-like excitement amidst the traffic.
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