Why is it that my hands stretch out

readily to uncork the jar

of cheeselings, while the depressive

oranges groan in the cane basket ?

Why is it that Chicken Butter Masala

leaves me salivating for more

While the salads sulk in one

sad corner of the lunch plate ?

Why is it that a dream full snooze

attracts my leisure hours

more than an early morning stroll

on the grass bordering the pavements?

Why is it that a steep climb up the steps

Is resisted and the love for the

snaking escalator in the mall and the metro

grow more and more by the day ?

I have a sweet tooth for long

which I cannot give up

An insatiable cola thirst

which I don't want to renounce

A hot bland soup is good

if accompanied by crispy sizzlers

A glass of cold fruit juice

is just my kind of appetizer

My sister keeps hinting at a

personal trainer while my

doctor the other day reiterated

"Madam! you know you must do

something about your weight"

"Oh! let me live life to the leese

doc!" In response I said