The tale of a dream I waited nine years for

Yesterday was the day,

11:30 a.m.

I had been waiting for this day for about the last 9 years of my life.

For the last three days, I was immersed in vivid dreams. This was no ordinary day, so I prepared for weeks, ensuring everything was ready over the last three days.

the D day was finally here, my curiosity peaked as I reached out to touch it. Its beauty and aroma made my heart race.

My hold was gentle, yet firm. I didn't want it to feel suffocated, and gave it room for its own space. I held it firm at the same time, so that it knows the comfort that it has someone looking out for them, in case if its needed. My admiration was filled with care, possessiveness, and allowance for its freedom,  just like i like to do with humans

Ever since my first sight, I was left in awe by the beauty, the dressing, and the logical brain behind it, and whenever I got a chance, I didn’t hide away from experiencing it.

I placed it on the chopping board and peeled the skin. It was tough, and I didn’t give in easily, but I tried my best. I wasn’t as clean as I would have liked to be, but good enough for my first shot.

20 minutes of hard work and I was done. The fruit of my long wait was out there, laid out in its best form, right in front of me. For the next 30 minutes, it was pure bliss and a sense of achievement.

I was finally able to eat one of my favourite fruits all by myself. Pineapple. I never imagined that I would go so gaga over my fruits, dreaming about them for days, but you know what… I love my fruits. And some much more than normal.

My dreams are often filled with the zing of raw mangoes, the peace of tender coconut, or the creamy indulgence of custard apple.

And yesterday was finally the day I first dared to buy a whole pineapple, peel it by myself, remove all the spikes, and indulge in it as messily as I could get.