The Satisfaction and Pleasure
I move as a body with an absent mind which is still in the ’inertia of rest‘ with the bill run slowness issue. I am moving further with awe “OMG! It’s so beautiful, look at this, long avenue of date trees along my footpath”. They have stretched out their drooping prickly spiked leaves for a friendly embrace. Each branch has to offer multiple bunches of rusty red, marble-like dates. I hurriedly put my hands up and pluck as many as can be filled in my trouser side pockets to make them bulge out like rugby balls on both sides of thighs.
“Let me taste one” I cautiously muse. With an expression of satisfaction and pleasure, I muse “Oh they are so sweet and succulent, unlike Indian dates. This will suffice my fruit requirement for a couple of days”
My dancing heart begs for a song. I hurriedly cover the ground back home singing with hand-plucked, organic dates in happy rhythmic strides.
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