Sweet, bitter, white and dark…people??No…I’m talking chocolate..Well..It’s almost like a person….and a rather exceptionally good friend who always kept our little group together…and brought out the 4 yr old kids from within us. I still remember, every time someone bought a chocolate, everyone’s love for that someone would suddenly peak up…but just for a few seconds till the last piece of the bar melted away in our mouths.
In some cases, these 4 yr old kids would actually fight with each other to get the biggest piece while other times, they used to be sweet, well behaved kids each holding out his palm to get a piece from that someone who eventually ended up with just a tiny bit of the suddenly vanishing bar.
But the worst happens during birthday times, when boxes of chocolate meant for the entire class, would suddenly disappear into the bags of one of these chocolate cravers.
Something which I must not forget to mention is the Ferrero lover who fortunately for the rest of us dint love anything but Ferrero Rocher. This was someone to whom those golden spheres of chocolate were a drug. A drug she hid so discreetly from the noses of the chocolate sniffer dogs those were ever ready to pounce on her, even when in the slightest doubt.
Whether it be chocolate from across the borders, or just measly local bars, injustice was never shown to the latter. Neither did the time of the day matter. Early morning or late night…never made a difference for our tummy’s craving for a little chocolate. It was our medicine for happiness and our money for bribes. It was our gift for good deeds and our side dish with coffee.
And at the end of the day, after we all parted ways, I realised I was so used to sharing , that having the same bar of chocolate all by myself never tasted as good as before. It was then that I wished, I could really turn back time to those melting moments of love we all once had together.
