The Turkish Ice- Cream
The Turkish Ice- Cream3 mins 164 3 mins 164
"I've never tasted a Turkish ice-cream.", she said to him. She told him that she had heard about the ice- cream a lot many times and he didn't answer anything. He knew that his sister was nothing but a food maniac, thinking and talking about food most of the time and she had inherited this thing from her father and her grandfather who himself was a big food lover.
The thought of Turkish ice-cream did not subside from her mind and she kept thinking about It. She kept wondering that someday, she would roam the streets of Turkey and will get to taste the creamy, rich Turkish ice-cream with some struggle. But, at that moment of midnight, she couldn’t help but just try to close her eyes and sleep. No biggie that she was actually in Turkey now, within minutes, without taking any actual flight and without hiring any vehicle, she was just there in that very street, standing excitedly with the full view of all her 32 teeth, in front of the ice cream cart. She kept looking at the cones, the cart, the ice-cream seller, awaiting the ice cream, waiting for her dream to come true and it was about to come true within seconds now, maybe.
The ice-cream seller put one scoop of ice- cream in the cone and passed the cone towards where she was standing but before she could take it, he started laughing and took it away from her. She started laughing too unable to follow the speed with which he was jiggling the
cone and wiggling it in his hands and what she got was only the cone. She tried one more time and again he jiggled- wiggled the cone having the ice- cream. She had not even tasted a bite of it, yet her sweet taste buds had gone active already and before she could laugh and salivate to the maximum, she had got the ice cream cone in her hand and before she could finish half of the ice-cream, the man on the other side of the cart again snatched it from her and started laughing. Before she could realize, whether to cry for not getting to eat the whole ice- cream or laugh at the same naughty deed of the man, she decided to slap him tight and with a very abominably angry face, she snatched it from her brother and ate it whole. He even came in her pretty sweet dream to tease her and not let her have the Turkish ice-cream but she still succeeded.
When she woke up the next day, her brother had brought the ice cream cones and her favorite chocolate ice cream to her rescue. Turkish ice- cream was still a long wait but at least, she got to have the ice-cream.
She gave half of the cone to her brother.