Cravings

As digestive juices gushed into my tummy, my creative juices started soaking my brain. It was a bright, lazy sunday morning. I woke up with no chores for the day. But hunger works overtime on holidays does'nt it ? My eternal craving for biriyani started peeking out as I was reading the food section of my newspaper. So I went straight to the best chef in town, my mom!

After hours of pestering and decision making, we finally narrowed it down to Hyderabadi chicken biriyani. Stoves on, there started occuring the magic called cooking, as the the aroma conjured the entire room. I was ordered not to come back to the kitchen till the cooking is over. Apparently I was not very good at waiting, that too when it comes to food. It was a surprisingly long and salivating wait of nearly 4 hours. At exactly 2 PM ladies and gentlemen, I beamingly smiled at the most exotic dish ever found coming from the land of Nawabs. As the lid was opened, the aroma itself screamed it was perfect. The biriyani rice with perfectly cooked meat greased with the best masala, made it a treat to eat. I happily started eating, enjoying the absolute pure bliss of its taste.

But fortunately or unfortunately all good things must come to an end right. Even though it came to an end, I still can remember the first bite, the one, perfect lip smacking hell of a bite. My cravings are still not over. That is why I called it an ETERNAL CRAVING.