Omelette Reminiscences

Amar woke up to the rays of the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He realized that everything was different, even waking up. Aravind, his best friend and roommate for the past seven years, had departed the previous night to the US to take up a new job.

The first thing that came to his mind on thinking about breakfast was Omelette. The ones Aravind used to make was fresh in his mind. There was not a better Omelette. Looking at his Omelette, he knew instantly that he would miss Aravind and his cooking. He sighed and switched off the stove.



I'm an avid reader and writer. Reading gets me a feeling of understanding the world through different perspectives and writing helps me outline my thoughts from the cobwebs that the mind has trapped it in!

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