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I was exhausted of sitting in the car, In traffic jams at noon. Travelling a distance too far In an attempt to reach soon. Glad I was home when I expected, I started telling my Mum about the day. I continuously blabbered, Not giving her any chance to say. As I was done speaking, She asked if I could come with her, "Sorry, I can't", I  said after thinking, Shopping isn't something that makes me feel better. "It's the grocery to be bought", she said, Hoping that I might budge , I denied again, And so she struck a bargain: "I was thinking we could have sweet buttermilk." I heard without lifting my head, and with a child-like grin, I began to trudge. I can control my desires well, But I am a foodie with a sweet tooth. I'd be in heaven, I can surely tell, If I have book, couch and food. "Choose a shop before we are way past it, It was fun today", she said, smiling. Isn't this what we live for? It is the time we spend, and not the lure. I was unknowingly overcome with guilt, And we reached home, while I was still thinking.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
The Bargain
I was exhausted of sitting in the car, In traffic jams at noon. Travelling a distance too far In an attempt to reach soon. Glad I was home when I expected, I started telling my Mum about the day. I continuously blabbered, Not giving her any chance to say. As I was done speaking, She asked if I could come with her, "Sorry, I can't", I  said after thinking, Shopping isn't something that makes me feel better. "It's the grocery to be bought", she said, Hoping that I might budge , I denied again, And so she struck a bargain: "I was thinking we could have sweet buttermilk." I heard without lifting my head, and with a child-like grin, I began to trudge. I can control my desires well, But I am a foodie with a sweet tooth. I'd be in heaven, I can surely tell, If I have book, couch and food. "Choose a shop before we are way past it, It was fun today", she said, smiling. Isn't this what we live for? It is the time we spend, and not the lure. I was unknowingly overcome with guilt, And we reached home, while I was still thinking.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
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