Confession- Of a Chocoholic

Early morning fuel or late evening refreshment, milk is always the first beverage that comes to my mind and it must be a glass full, at least. And, this morning the temperature was a good couple of degrees below zero and the temptation to have a hot mug of milk was inevitable. Without further delay, I've decided that Hot Chocolate is "THE" way to start my day. But, my disappointment started as soon as I finished pouring the milk from the can. The mug was only half full. I leave it in the microwave feeling so incomplete of how would I start a day with such "incomplete start". Going out to buy a can or simply borrowing some from the neighbors was ruled out for obvious reasons of procrastination. As the microwave buzzed to indicate my milk was hot, so did an idea flash through the neurons.

Within no time, the mug was up to the brim, so was my content. Magic! It was simple, my roomie the previous night brought home a pack of 'Kisses' and I just put a hand full into my mug. Reminds you of your childhood story "The Thirsty Crow", right? This was exactly what flashed in me, as the microwave buzzed. I never had the slightest clue that a short story from the kindergarten would be so effective, so many years later.

Moral of the story-:

So many chocolates in just a half mug of milk is dangerously addictive, ADDICTIVE.