Dairy Milk turned hun­dred this year. Appar­ently,

Through­out his­tory choco­late has been asso­ci­ated with romance and sharing.

Hmm.

Before Playsta­tions and iPods, choco­lates were rewards. When I inter­viewed for my first grade – recit­ing Ding Dong Bell, (stop­ping at Tommy Stout) iden­ti­fy­ing col­ors count­ing pens and try­ing hard not to cry at the sight of the rude man who wore a gown – I got to choose a reward, and picked a Five Star and a Dairy Milk with no fruits or nuts, and even con­vinced my poor dad that I could eat them all by myself. I liked the Five Star bet­ter, maybe because I was a boy. Or just because unlike Dairy Milk it wasn’t par­ti­tioned into square blocks that some­how made it accept­able for peo­ple to ask for a piece or three. Screw that! So much for sharing.

Later in life, choco­lates were roman­tic over­tures. Espe­cially Five Star, because all the ads had pretty girls and boys get­ting together over one. Love let­ters with­out choco­late didn’t mean much. The ones with choco­late didn’t mean much either, but they def­i­nitely tasted bet­ter. I gave Lavanya a bar of white choco­late from Lindt, once and got informed that it tasted like Hor­licks. So much for romance.

  2 Responses to “Of Romance and Sharing”

  1. I’m scared to touch Cad­bury because of the recent worm controversy.

  2. First time here..
    Let me first com­pli­ment u on ur template..

    Choco­lates!
    *drooooooooool!

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