Moving & Moving on…

Dark, viscous, bitter… as the syrupy chocolate left a trailing indelible aftertaste in my  mouth, I smiled gleefully (baring chocolate-coloured teeth) at Maegan and Susanna. For this time around, we were seated at a quaint, cozy café called ‘Whipped’ somewhere in Greater Kailash.
Having ordered more cake, we were happily attacking the one on our table with vengeance that only women possess. Nutty and chocolaty, accompanied by steaming mugs of coffee; all of this was (surprisingly) reasonably priced for the upstart part of town that we were in.
I’d cut into the cake with my knife, watching the silver steel slice through the creamy brown; I lifted the piece with my fork in a motion of luxurious indulgence; then munched on it with an expression of having tasted paradise.
As previously pointed out, I’m a small person by British/Scottish standards, with a proportionate appetite. Thus, after about three spoonfuls, I declared I was full and left my two girls to polish off the rest.
I sat back and listened to the general coffee shop banter, sipped on my coffee and felt warm and cozy. However, long after we’d left and move on, the bitter aftertaste of dark chocolate lingered. And as I write this, the memory of the taste entices me, pulling me towards indulgence again.
So it is, I muse, with moving and moving on. ‘Moving’ is an easy enough affair these days. But ‘Moving on’, is different and difficult; like the cloying aftertaste in your mouth, in our head. The past clings on (sometimes in a good, but mostly in a bad way) and ensnares one in the revisit of the times, the places, and the memories. The temptation to go back there, to not ‘move on’ in spite of having ‘moved’. Ah, to sink my teeth into that cheesecake again…
Disclaimer: Udita has hitherto been a writer of pathos and finds it difficult to write in a humourous/comical fashion. She hopes to change that with the help of the general ‘happiness’ of this blog. But until then…

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2 thoughts on “Moving & Moving on…

  1. Ok ladies……..I’ll bite!
    So is the cheesecake at the Big Chill really like ‘American’ cheesecake? or is it some vague replica made by a person who has never even tasted cheesecake?
    Just where is THE BEST CHEESECAKE in Delhi to be found?
    I’ll be visiting there from Kathmandu next month.
    Eagerly awaiting your reply.

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