There were food on the table.. somehow the scene was extremely disturbing.. Nasik tomato.. macaroni.. samosa.. mom’s burger patties and buns.. dalca.. turnips n cucumbers n pineapples… and how many were sitting at the table? THREE.. i ate a whole burger, and gulped down cendol straight.. and involuntarily i leant back in my chair.. my stomach hurt cause of the sudden food entry.. and then my mom announced that there were two more dishes coming.. and my head went spinning… does it sound funny? cause it’s not at all.. it felt like getting tons of assignments for the holidays, that was how it felt!

It felt like it was a global kinda problem at that time.. it felt like.. it felt.. well.. why was there so many food? who’s going to eat all this.. and my head spun n spun.. and i stared down at my plate.. and then at people’s faces.. and at their lips, chewing food.. i listened to their chews.. and the sound their stomachs made.. and it annoyed me again and again.. counting… counting.. when’ll this all be over… every little thing slowly drove me up the wall… everything was magnified, it scared me to insanity… well, temporarily, thank goodness..

ah…