What made the food more tasty was the way it was served, always with a smile. The making of the food, involved a lot of care and attention to detail, an art by itself, was pleasing to the eye too.
Come October, I would’ve done two years in Japan. Saying, anything like, ‘it feels like yesterday that I first landed in Nagoya’; would not be justifiable by any means, for the two years did feel like TWO YEARS, or rather, TWO EONS, to be exact. Call it time dilution, or anything, time is on a slow bike race here on the island, and at times, sure might win over the snail by quite a big margin.
the stallion, black and majestic; knows no fear, knows no brink….. ‘Entropy’ the teacher said, is the norm of this world….