from green to black

cooking noodles

its 3am and i can't sleep, my minds filled with
the half written entries that i can't post. the
stillborn children of my mind's womb of ideas
that haunt my thoughts begging to be revived.
the ideas come furiously, but their ephemeral
nature allows but a fleeting glance.

so i decide to act on my whims and get some food.
nothing makes any miserable boy happier than to
have a full stomach no? acting against the
character of my current spoilt self, i decided
to cook noodles instead of driving down to buy it.

i had my first packet, and then two. i couldn't
help myself. my cooking always tasted good, but
something in the process got me. to cook again,
to eat my own cooking again.

i remembered you.

thanks for reminding me that instant noodles were
a luxury. thanks for reminding me that i can have
noodles cooked for me and go to sleep without an
empty belly. thanks for reminding me that i was
once unable to afford unprocessed food. thanks for
reminding me how much i loved to cook. but most of
all, thanks for reminding me that whatever i
cooked, i can always make you smile.

i dont care if everyone else thinks i'm a glutton,
but if eating makes us both happy then eat i shall.

cheers!

to your memory.

posted by green unseen @ 12:36 PM