Emanation

❤ 9✎Mushato ❤

Thankfully, all my friends were out of home and its only us in there.

Can you imagine, I saw a girl last night, met her this morning and she's with me for brunch now.

Ah, I'm talented, in a good way, of making friends. When my instinct was gloating, she gave me a MILD punch and KINDLY ordered me to start cooking.

I searched inside my fridge for some colorful vegetables, but all I got was mushrooms and potatoes. "Why is it me always" was, is and forever will be my most hated cliché.

She peeped in and glanced my hands.

"hey, I love them both" she seemed to be excited.

"I'm a veggie, so please bear with my GREEN dishes" I was languid now.

"Okay lets start. What is for our brunch today?" her timbre was all beatific.

"Hup..., Mushato" I hushed.

"Mushato?????, I can't wait to taste some new dish" she was slack-jawed now.

"Taste??? Did my ear mishear???" I asked her.

"Come on, don't kid me" she howled.

"What am I gonna do with this shato paato stuff???" I was literally cussing me for choosing some random name to my weird dish.