Chocolates, Lays or Beer?

Front of my eyes are columns with independent rows
Stacked with different colours
And smells locked inside
Eagerly awaiting for hands to grab them
So that the smell can get into their nose a bit and much in the air
For others to know of their existence
Anyways finding for things my stomach is crying for and my eyes are looking for and my taste buds are craving for
My eyes hang up on something else
Rather someone
A boy
What else a girl priorities above food and self
Running along the columns
And staring at the rows to find his stuff

Freezed air
Freezed food stuffs
Freezed perfume
Freezed sweets
Freezed chocolates
Freezed duppatas
That have more love stories than me
And rest girls around me
The papers freezed
The pens freezed
In the cold breathes of the AC
But their I stand sweating
Adoring him
For the word, hot sounds a cliche to me in all occasions
But seeing him, I blurt it out to my mind "hot!"

I run in other column
To avoid the embracement
But guess what
We bump into each other
Besides is the row of hide and seek biscuits
Where I fail to hide but he succeeds in seeking me
I smrike
He smiles
I increase my pace to reach the end of the column to escape
And he too walks his column
But as I reach the end of the column
Puph!
I turn my head around for his face
I roll my eyes all over the place
But no eyes smiliar to his found

At the cash counter
I stand with a dancing stomach and happy tastes bud
And a broken smile
For the AC inhaled my boy.
I signal to the counter boy to remove the thing on my left
And the counter boy questions,
"What mam? Chocolate? Lays or Beer?"

The sad heart says Beer
The witty mind says chocolate
For new will be found
As there are years to count
The tongue says lays
And I leave grabbing the deo
Which smells like him
Leaving all of the rest

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