Behind the miscellany of coffee mugs and tea sachets in my kitchen cabinet, there’s a worn-out white iPhone 11 box. It’s tucked snugly into the corner, yellowed with time.
No one else touches it. I don’t offer it to guests.
On those quiet nights with a congenial silence, when the world feels like the strains of a spinning jazz record, I’ll sit on the black marble slab of my kitchen, a paperback novel face-down beside me, and reach for the small box.
No one would guess that what hides inside is a pack of mint-flavoured dark chocolate thins. It’s slightly bitter, slightly sweet (much like the vicissitudes of life) and laced with a sharp mint taste.
Headphones plugged in so as to let the rest of my family sleep in peace (or should I say, to leave me in peace) and a piece of dark chocolate dissolving on my tongue while thoughts do the same in my mind – that’s my idea of comfort.
Yours truly,
Divi
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