she put it on my table and walking away,
she said “very nice to eat.”
an understatement no less, by the looks and taste of it.

by the sink, washing my favourite bowl and chopsticks,
and within my granny's earshot, i said “very nice to eat.”


i was never that much into springcleaning. in fact, if i could get everything done at the snap of a finger, i would gladly do so with gusto! well, it happened to be one of those cool mornings where i could pack a little, and maybe mop a little, without giving those perspiration beads a chance to ooze out too much from my pores. i guess i could do with a little carthasis. my room probably thought the same of itself. ah, as if on cue, some red dates to nourish and strengthen right after. my granny knows best.