the wait…



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the wait…gets difficult,

when exotic salads fill the adjoining tables

and you can’t help but stare

and anticipate your fill

the aroma of melting cheese reaches you

and you cannot think of

anything to talk or find anything interesting

infact you are almost scared what if

the huge growl and the rumble in your stomach

were to become evident to others

as civil as you try to behave

the hungry beast inside itching to revel

now you know whats going on

in a mind when you see hands in

that position !

Those are hands waiting to lay into the Pizza ! πŸ˜› πŸ˜› πŸ˜›

Finally it did arrive ! and no I wont be the sadist to post those pictures ! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

They were gobbled with no sweat ! :mrgreen:

**No chappals, only tomatoes and egg flinging allowed** πŸ˜›

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21 thoughts on “the wait…

  1. Smitha says:

    Such anticipation for food πŸ™‚ I feel the same way – a lot of times πŸ™‚ Although I have to say, a pizza does not excite me much. On the other hand, IHM’s chaat pics – I had resist going and eating at 6 in the morning πŸ™‚

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