Doughnuts are yum, doughnuts are cute, doughnuts are soft, doughnuts are so tempting! These are the different answers by brain had when I asked myself “Why doughnut?”
It all started when the number of daily tasks for me increased. It was so much that I thought my brain deserved a break. I stopped everything and began to stare, at my desktop wallpaper, blankly. There he was – the criminal! HOMER SIMPSON! “You know what grills me the most?” I was going to say.
I have loved Simpsons from I don’t remember when. Simpsons has always reminded me of my family. That is why the show is so dear to me and also because the Simpsons are yellow (Yellow is my favorite color). Maybe, that is why my brain did not take the break seriously.
So, Homer, as usual is holding a brown bag full of doughnuts and eating one too, in my wallpaper. Things were still okay till then. Andy, our IT expert comes to me, sees my wallpaper and says ‘Oh! Doughnut! I love it! It’s my favorite snack. You get the best ones in the coffee shop downstairs.” That was it. I was already packing up my things, picking out my wallet and walking into the lobby lift, thinking about why I wanted a doughnut.
‘Ma’am this one’s nearing its expiry” the cute guy at the counter had to say. I bought it anyway, to satisfy my craving. I took a bit and “DISAPPOINTMENT!” my brain was screaming. Yeah, the cutie was right; it tasted a little weird and lacked all of its special qualities. I, however, gobbled it all up like a super-hungry girl and rushed to join Cici, at the gym. Cici is my colleague, best friend and Miss Sexy. Her hair, her skin, her slim body, her height, everything gives me a complex. I still act secure and confident around her.
We reached the gym and there I met my oldest enemy-the weighing scale. I had put on another kilo. I could feel the universe aligning itself to make my day worse. “So, doughnut huh?” Cici smirked. I quickly started to say “Doughnuts are yum, soft..” “and fattening!” she added. Well, yeah, she is also Miss Know-it-all. I wiped the sweat..er…tears off my face and began cycling, dreaming happily about the other doughnut, lying in my bag.
“The best part of the doughnut is the middle. But, to get to it, you have to eat the outer circle”