After a month of vacation and sumptuous meals, I decided to start healthy eating in the first week of Jan. I wouldn't say I was totally completely ready from the very first day I took the resolution, but I managed to get through without many casualties for three days straight. Healthy eating, especially after a month of devouring dubious amounts of sweets, can put you in a crappy mood. And the said mood is very repulsive when you spend your time (read long hours) in office.
On one such afternoon (well today) I was trying to remain calm and sane concentrating on the work at hand. Morning two idlys - check, after-noon a bowl of salad and chicken - check. I have been successful so far. Alas did the poor soul (me) know what was in store for her. It should be some lad or a lady (definitely, a lady who is jealous of my upcoming beach bod) walked by my cubicle wearing a particularly strong scent. I suddenly felt a deep pang in my mind, or maybe in my stomach, or it might be my tongue. It invoked some deep-seated sensations which are not particularly conducive to the healthy diet habit that I am trying desperately to stick to. I suddenly started craving for a bucket of plain vanilla ice-cream.
I can understand people wearing the aroma of sweet-smelling flowers and other fresh things. But how can someone think that they would be more delightful when they smell like food! Well, don't get me wrong. I am not trying to penalize an unfortunate soul who might have accidentally poured curry on themselves. I am worried about those who decided to get themselves smell as yummy familiar food like pineapple, coconut, and in this case vanilla.
What is the exact point in reminding someone of delectable goodies? Especially in a public place where there can be people who are trying to make their palatableness under control. Cussing the unknown fruit (or vanilla beans) bearer under my breath, I had to excuse myself to a treat in Baskin Robbins.
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