A 4 PM affair.

Vegetable puffs fresh from a local bakery. A 4 PM affair.

A trip down memory lane. A sense of timelessness. A happy ritual. A silent moment punctuated by the sound of crispy flakes. A yearning for more such moments. A feeling of contentment for the now.

A lack of words. An acknowledging silence.

A child-like glee.

2 Comments

  1. You make me want to eat puff now, even when am not really a fan. I was more of a ‘Toast’ person, the onion-tomato fry sandwiched between two pieces of bread. 🙂

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