AnAlAb: blah..blah…
Neekri: Haven’t we finished? Shall we then make a move and go wash our hands?
AnAlAb: MaSaJo, is there some curry left in your plate?
MaSaJo: Oh yes, but you are not supposed to eat potatoes…
AnAlAb: I know that silly, I just want the curry. I swear, I won’t eat the potatoes. See the pile of potatoes on the side of my plate.
Pieces of potatoes, along with some curry, get transferred from MaSaJo’s and NeeKri’s plates to AnAlAb’s. The blah blah continues and AnAlAb’s hands always restless as they are, having finished feeding her, began to work on the left over potato pieces-smashing, pulping, kneading, pressing and rolling the pieces until finally it took the form of a snow ball (or technically speaking, a ‘potato ball’.)
Neekri: Hey this looks like a snow man. Give it 2 eyes also na?
(Aint it cute?? :D)
(Hope you can see the graduation hat on it’s head)
By now, we were attracting a hell lota unwanted attention from the neighboring tables. Ignoring all those have-these-gals-gone-outa-their-mind stares (after all a little publicity never hurts), we sat there admiring our artistic work for how long I’m not sure, but alas! all good things must come to an end…We had to bid goodbye to our chick(the mess was closing down). I was given the privilege of taking our li’l birdy to its final resting place(the kitchen sink!)
Reluctantly, I put the plate in the sink, but couldn’t take my eyes off our piece of artistic delicacy. As I was still ogling the chick in that smelly wash area, surrounded by dozens of stinking plates, there came a dudette having had her fill, emptied the leftover into the dust-bin, and as though finding no other place, kept her dumb plate right on top of my plate, smashing my poor chick :(
And that’s how the graduated chick lost its life…sniff…
PS: So as not to offend any sensitive blog-readers the pics of the smashed graduated chick after it met with the dreadful tragedy have not been included.