It was Sunday ; one of those brutally hot Indian summer days, with the temperature soaring past 42°C. The kind of heat that makes you think twice before stepping out… but not when you’ve been craving waffles for over two months. That day, my heart had one simple desire: soft, warm waffles, dripping with melted chocolate.
The craving wasn’t new — it had been quietly building for weeks. And finally, I said to myself — Why not today?
I asked my brother, “Should we eat waffles today?”
He said, “If you want, let’s eat.”
That was enough. I opened Zomato and ordered some waffles.
As we waited, the heat intensified, and I kept imagining the waffles arriving, rich and gooey, with the chocolate slightly melted — not by design, but by the scorching sun.
When they finally arrived, they were indeed melted. I quickly placed them in the freezer, hoping that once chilled, they’d taste just right — a cold, chocolatey treat for a summer evening.
But temptation got the better of me. I opened one packet, cut it into two, gave one half to my brother and another to my sister-in-law. I even took a small bite from hers — just to taste it.
Around 7 p.m., my parents cut them and enjoyed them. I didn’t mind. One waffle still remained — and I told myself, that one’s mine.
That night, I went to bed thinking about that last piece. The next day, all I could think about at work was that final waffle. The cold, sweet reward waiting for me at home.
As soon as I reach home, I’ll eat that waffle. Cold and perfect — just the way I imagined.
When I got home that evening, I opened the fridge, and asked my mom,
“Where’s the waffle?”
And she said, “Oh, your uncle and aunt came over. They saw it in the freezer, so I gave it to them .. All okay ?? .”
I just stood there, looking at her, smiling. Yeah !! All good. Perfect !!
Only these words I could say at that time !!
There was no thought at that moment. I was just standing there, smiling, looking at the fridge — full of veggies and other things — while my mom was busy preparing dinner. I think I was just smiling… not thinking anything at all. And then, I quietly walked to my room.
But strangely, I wasn’t angry. Not even disappointed. It was a soft, almost funny kind of feeling — like when something slips out of your hands and you just watch it happen. I smiled again.
That moment made me think — sometimes, we wait so long for something. We keep imagining how perfect it’ll be. And just when we think it’s finally ours… it’s gone. Before we even get to enjoy it.
But maybe that’s life.
Not every plan works out. Not every craving ends with a bite.
But there are always more chances. More waffles. More days.
I know I’ll order them again next weekend. And maybe this time, I’ll eat them fresh and frozen — just like I want.
Because in life, we always get another chance.
And maybe that second chance turns out even better than we imagined. 😊
Cheers to more chances
And gifts of days
Untill we are alive
Yes !! Absolutely !!!