Originally posted by: Ginnosuke_Nohar
Hi, welcome to the story thread!
I had tried to make a suji mithai once and it had turned into a rock. Nobody touched it at home. Since, nobody was willing to eat it, I told them I would eat all of it. There were more than a dozen of them. I could have finished them if they at least tasted sweet but it seem they had had a dark past, and had put barriers refusing any light our heroine (read sugar)was trying to bring in their life. Had kept them in the fridge. And you know what Naveen Richard in his stand up comedy saidabout keeping things in fridge. As the temperature of the mithais reduced, my guilt also reduced. The colder they became, the colder I became to them. A few days later I was able to throw them out. 😂😂
Edit - I hope I haven't scared you away with my PJ. I make such poor jokes only occasionally (read 10-12 times in a day).😅
Thank you! I look forward to reading at least... all of your PJs ;) My sense of humour is a little ajeeb in any case, so we're good 😆 I had once presented disintegrated jalebis as a "deconstructed dish" 😇
Kirti's eagerness to learn is so charming. But, you could see glimpses of the change that will happen as she learns to stifle her openness. The who you are becoming more important than the who you are.
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