If I could speak to a bar of chocolate…

 


I love ice creams; I love cotton candies or candy floss; but amongst all, I love a bar of chocolate the most. I wish I could have a little talk with a bar of chocolate…

“O Chocolate, can you hear my voice? You are so tasty; you are so sweet if there is milk; you take my heart away in the twinkling of an eye; I love you a lot, O Chocolate.

Well, my parents and my teachers scold me whenever I have you. Why do they do so? They say that you may decay my teeth; I have to listen to them most of the time. However, on my birthday, I receive a lot, a lot of your flavour and taste. Then, I feel as if I am the happiest one on this planet.

Sometimes, on my way back home from school, I ask my Mom to buy me a bar of yours. Most of the times, she doesn’t, but it is not that she never buys me your sweet bar. There are lots and lots of memories that I have while biting you.

Well, I must admit that I share you with my friends, because sharing means caring. I have learnt from the elders that excess of anything is bad. That is why I do listen to them. Yes, they say that excessive use of you may cause cavities in my teeth. I don’t want to go to the dentist’s pretty often. So, it’s better to take an apple a day to keep the doctor away. Wait, Chocolate, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. The fact is that I love my parents and my teachers a lot as well. I want all of them as well as you to live happily.”

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