Some chocolatey memories have wrinkled faces

I was three
when my father bought
some candies for me and
I tasted the sugary tang of chocolate
for the very first time and
my corsage turned deep brown
while my lower lip turned brownish-red.


I was thirteen
when my first lover presented me
some snicker bars on my birthday
and I put them inside an old box
to hide them from my mother
but after some days,
I found them in expired and dead state
but their wrappers were there
to stylize the pages of my history book.


I was twenty one
and he gifted me a cadbury celebrations pack
with a heart-melting letter on valentine's day
but I couldn't eat them
because my health freak bestie said
"don't eat chocolates,
it contains fat and you'll gain weight."
I looked that pack with moist eyes for three days
and again their wrappings
were pasted on my diary.


I was thirty seven
and my colleagues presented me
a box of chocolates on our tenth anniversary
and my son said
"woow mom !
How do your friends know that
I love chocolates ?"
I couldn't smile that day
because my artless tastebuds were screaming
inside me and I couldn't silence them.


I am seventy one
and yesterday I found some chocolates
inside the refrigerator and
looked here and there
and tried to hide one inside my lappet
but from behind, my daughter-in-law screamed
"Mom ! Are you a child ?
You know you've diabetes,
then why are you behaving like this ?"
Some teardrops were strangling my throat
at three am
and his portrait was smiling
from the corner of my room.


~o darling ! some chocolatey memories
have wrinkled faces too


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