“The struggle is real.”
I hear this line from the girls a lot.
Everyday I get an sms, asking…..
“What to eat?” or
“Where to eat?”
The truth is, I am in the same predicament.
Shall I cook? Shall I order?
Zomato or Talabat?
Ok, too much thinking. I will just go out.
While driving – I’m contemplating.
Chinese or Indian?
And then when seated…. it’s a like a quiz.
“Chicken or beef Ma’am?”
“Spicy or mild spicy?”
“Cold or room temperature?”
It’s not that I am complaining.
Let me go to the food court instead.
“Here or to go Madam?”
And then comes that thought…
Are my struggles for real?
What about those who have eating disorder?
And the less fortunate?
Those who cannot afford to buy a decent meal.
Those whose land are all dried up.
Those who are at war.
Yes, deep down there is guilt.
But the fact remains I have to eat.
So to end this— let me just cook here at home
and then drink tea.
Hmmmnnn…..Black or green?
At the beginning of this writing I really thought I finally found an opening; a door. A chance for me to share some of my food photos. Maybe next time. So indecisive.