Just Another Sunday Evening

It was yet another Sunday evening and we walked aimlessly on the busy street. You held my hand and jumped with excitement. “let’s have waffles!” I saw the twinkle in your eyes and childlike smile and I wanted to have waffles right away for that smile of yours.

Waffle wasn’t my thing. I had once tasted it couple of years back when I took a bite from a kid’s plate. I knew it wasn’t my thing. But then on that Sunday evening I knew it could be my thing. As we sat waiting for our order I wanted to capture that moment and I clicked a horrible picture of us.

Today I walked by the waffles store alone. There were waffles, me and memories. That horrible photo of us stared at me, it was perfect in its imperfection. I missed your smile and twinkling eyes.

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Waffles are meant to soothely bind your taste buds,
with its rich yummalicious chocolaty waves...

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