....I now turn my gaze towards the jar, all set to open it and savour my cravings. The lid said "Hard Outside Cold Inside". Damn! reminded me of something I used to think about someone more than a year ago. (Full piece in Caption...) \\Moving On to Moving In *--*--*--*--* Ah! Just when I thought I was well over those late evening cravings, a certain dessert parlour grabs my attention. I give in and indulge in a Cake Jar the parlour so aptly named 'Melting Pot'. I gotta say the parlour had such fancy names for each of their desserts, they're a melting pot of ideas when it came to the names. Enough about the dessert, but it's what was written on the lid of the jar that jogged my memory. I'll get back to that later. Let me paint a word picture for you. It's 10 p.m and I hold this jar in my hand, almost frozen and chilly with molten ice-cream and chocolate cake, amidst the cold winter winds. I sit on a solitary park bench, as I have always had a thing for them park-benches, particularly the solitary ones. My earphones plugged in and 'Mere Bina Mein' from Crook, playing. Nikhil D'Souza, magical with this number and I croon along as he sings in my ears. As I settle into the song and the bench, I now turn my gaze towards the the jar, all set to open it and savour my cravings. The lid said "Hard Outside Cold Inside". Damn! reminded me of something I used to think about someone more than a year ago. I open the jar, tough from all the freezing. The molten ice-cream dripping from the brim as I try to salvage every drop I could. The song is now done and it shuffles to another song in my playlist. "Thousand Years" by Christina Perri. No, I didn't chance upon this song. It was in my playlist for a reason. A reason that triggered a memory. A memory that meant a person. A person that is now a memory. A memory that wasn't my voice of reason now. Let's just say the person recommended this song. (Wasn't that obvious from all the beating around the bush?) I kept savouring the chocolate cake. Just like someone recommended me 'Thousand Years' back then, I remember recommending (almost forcing) chocolate cake to the said person. I savour it to the very bottom of the jar, wishing my tongue could reach the very bottom so I could sweep the jar clean. But there are always times where you can't reach the very end of something the way you want to. They just end.
